Oh yes I love her like Egyptian Want a description, her body's sickenin' I can be her prescription, I can be her physician Sexual healing, I can be her religion And now she's kneeling, praying to the ceiling I bless her as if she sneezed; Must be the weather, I dress her, I am her sleeves, I am her feathers, she's fly, Flyer than you, flyer than me I love her, she loves me too, I love her three times more than her mom, Time will tell that I'm the nigga That she should, we should, Be wherever she wanna Be on a late night, mid-day, AM Just say when and I know I be with cavemen But never mind them She's Poison and I am Michael Bivins See I know that y'all don't hear me but she does, we does What grown folk do when they had too much to drink And I think we done had to much too drink and
Oh yes I love her like pussy, money, weed
Oh yes I love her like I ought to I see you at the alter, Mrs. Carter I see you with my daughter, Or son; more than one Maybe five like the Jacksons, or John Paxson Just don't let em fuck up the mansion And daddy will be home Later on, smellin' like the cologne That I put on this morn, and I hope That you smell like woman soap And shampoo, and lotion, and perfume, and candles And I'mma run through that pussy like a vandal, Yes, I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra Got her wet like she's sweatin' out a fever, wow Leave her to me and she'll be smilin' every single time You see her, from ear to ear I want to be beside her when she sleep and she lay Or we can stay awake and watch the next day Clothes are overrated, panties are debated Einstein, her head is the greatest
Oh yes I love her like pussy, money, weed
Oh yes I love her like her dad told her No man would ever love her Oh and I better be the only man stickin' it Lickin' it like an envelope, mailin' it, sealin' it Read it, I have written down Victoria's Secret Don't tell nobody, don't share your body with nobody Not even a finger, I will cut it off and let him keep it Now that's for Weezy, baby and at my station We have sex orientation When I hit it, she squint Like them Orient Asians I do me, I say, Hey, Miss Chun Li, I'd like to see your booty Roll like sushi, I'm trynna dip my celery Up in her blue cheese Ah's, ooh wee's, wa la's, tah da's Mhm's, uh huh's, oh yeah's, never oh no's Until I have to go and then it's never, oh no I tell her, don't cry, I be back like the electric bill And when she's butt-naked, she's dressed to killTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
