Lyrics

Ayy, licky-licky, can a brother get a quickie? Give you a hickee, how dare you try to pussy whip me? Girl, is you with me? Don't get to acting iffy-iffy You wanna play, I'll meet you half way, 50-50 But no money, nuh-uh, honey, strictly dickly You wanna smoke, I got smoke, sticky-icky You like to drink, we can get pissy, but watch your cup When I'm trying to what, because I slip mickies She's in the bed like, "That's my spot" Give me the head like, "Ah, don't stop" Yeah, I be doing it, big Magnum XL when she doing the kid Now, I need a freak every day of the week Plus a hotel suite, everyday if it's cheap Muay Thai, sex on the beach I lick your lips like I'm Cool J Baby in the back of the Jeep, c'mon Back to you, Maybeline queen, let's make a team You can have anything in the world except cream You're looking good, fly-colored Asian Yeah, baby girl, I can give it to you, how you need You sexy persuasive tatas and thighs Catch my eyes like highs, I want your body surprise You make a motherfucker goddamn, what's the recipe? Yeah, baby, I got the Method and the Remedy She said I'm black from the bottom half down All she wanna do is fuck, blew her back out in the bathroom of Tao First class seats, red eyes, sex on the beach Let me open doors, take you on scores and kiss your feet Yeah, baby, my third leg will drive you crazy Half on a baby, yes, no, or maybe In the words of the late great ODB (I want pussy, for free) All week, horderves in the back of the Jeep I take my entrees up to the suite, I like to eat I make you proud, have you living out loud, above the clouds God blessed me, so the girls say I'm well endowed Shouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't, but you would if you could Life's good, we take 'em back to the hood (let's go) Me and 'Med, scoop 'em up in the ice cream truck Who wanna fuck? French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Back to you, Maybeline queen, let's make a team You can have anything in the world except cream You're looking good, fly-colored Asian Yeah, baby girl, I can give it to you, how you need You sexy persuasive tatas and thighs Catch my eyes like highs, I want your body surprise You make a motherfucker goddamn, what's the recipe? Yeah, baby, I got the Method and the Remedy
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Ross Filler, Danny Caiazzo, Daryll Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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