Lyrics

Libra My name is Keith We got some nice things for the ladies Go get the ladies some flowers and stuff Other people don't love them like we do I never hurt you talk to you decent at night And in the daytime I watch you while you sunbathe And if it rains I bring you straight abouve the water girl Let me bring you in the house and make some cope of your back I am stupisfied you know I got my way up I push you over a 300 just to keep me in the dirt I love it when we hit the city you got the fireplace I bring you fire in the a place Why can't it be me and you I see your chocolate brown skin I see your peanut-butter skin breast make me feel like a child go feed me I bite your rigth cheak and leave a monkey bite Why can't we be one 'til we die And if we die why can't we multiply And if we cry I make sure that a wild kid like me takes care of home while We two are take Let me talk to you I got some conversation I'm not Babyface Jimmy Jam of the Lewis When I look at you the sex male want to do this Taste you up and down Bite the honey brown Takes you hand up so we can go and have fun Pope the grill out and everybody chill out Got to play the little prince Marvin Grey, sexual healing You on the blanket I'm ready for fingering Holding you in the grass whith your so bra jingelling I got a fruit cocktail for your stomach Some jellies and juicy fruits from Bellies when I rob it I lick you there where he won't we lick you there where he don't Bringing extra underwear to the picknic Amen to excesy we can get love sick So quick mick and hunble my ohhhhhh Let me talk to you I got some conversation In the bathter looking for your bubble bath With a condom you bout to make me wonder Woman I drink your bath water like a beaver art And pop the bubbles of your bath with my indexfinger Drinking cups and teas in the fireplace My hand is slight, touching on the right place The G-spot I know you got a lot of loving hugging Your juice is ooze how can I loose When a woman loves a man She'll bring her best friend with laundry over to your house When a woman loves a man, she'll clean the grind off your feet Let me talk to you I got some conversation Yeah baby you know I respect you for Brought me to Burger King Ride with me in my litty lorry you know sticking bombs sticking them Yeah you know light castles be emotional 65 Shebbies can't afford the Benzes we can only fantasize So you won't need them...
Writer(s): Keith Mathew Thornton, Kurt Matlin, Paul Laster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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