Picture Perfect (On God)

Frrt Blow a bag on you baby (Why?) Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds And you know your perfect angles Hypnotized by your smile And when you turn around (Damn) Your ass; on God! Blow a bag on you baby (Why?) Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds And you know your perfect angles Hypnotized by your smile And when you turn around Your ass; on God! Skirts are up Panties are down Belly to belly, skin to skin Where you been? Open your legs And give me 'bout an hour Your pussy gets devour Beat it till it sour Under cover lover Place no one about her The world really ours Under the covers I be riding with bunny gang (But now you be riding me) I be sliding with bunny gang (But now I slide into you) I be shooting with bunny gang (But now I shoot into you) I be getting high with bunny gang (But now I stay high with you) Blow a bag on you baby (Why?) Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds And you know your perfect angles Hypnotized by your smile And when you turn around (Damn) Your ass; on God! Blow a bag on you baby (Why?) Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds And you know your perfect angles Hypnotized by your smile And when you turn around Your ass; on God! No pretense body perfect When you touch me, cosmos effects I like your style But most of all I like your ass (Yeah, yeah) (Uh, uh) Real talk, let's skip wine and dine I'll be the six, and you the be nine Ass so fat, hit it from the back You about to shine Stop being in denial (You're 'bout to be a star baby) Cuz your pussy divine Yeah Frrt Blow a bag on you baby (Why?) Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds And you know your perfect angles Hypnotized by your smile And when you turn around (Damn) Your ass; on God! Blow a bag on you baby (Why) Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds And you know your perfect angles Hypnotized by your smile And when you turn around Your ass; on God!