Man, you so crucial baby and that champagne so fuchsia baby I do things that you ain’t used to baby And take you back home to St. Lucia baby My raindrops hit the tan roof it’s crazy, that’s a metaphor did I lose you baby?
When you are wet And covered in sweat I wipe ya ass down like Boosie baby
I love all my feed back Tell me to give it to you if you need that Touch right there whatever the speed’s at If it’s over fast then I promise you a relapse
Forget what you guessin’ I’m on And who was in yo past I’m a freshly grown Just charge that cell that I message you on And if you let us girl Ima bring the dresser along
You hear that professional tone? Half of that’s ice and the rest petrone Show up on time for the class I’m teachin Cuz guaranteed Ima bring a lesson along
An you just gotta bring yo breastes along Instead of holdin out wonderin what it could’ve been I confess this address to you and I’m the postman lookin for a slot I can put it in
With no NY number Mom’s still upstairs I’m two floors under but my room’s soundproof You so tempted to satisfy ya urge so that you don’t wonder (yeah)
I know I told ya before I’ll grab that fo ya like holdin’ tha door Cause’ mines is Polo and yours is Vicky and they just spread all over the floor, likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
