And I don't like when a dance is only as long as her pants is/
You know the kind where you give them freak ass glances/
Silently asking her what her later plans is/
While ya lazy eye look at the thong with the purple laces/
Right now you wondering what ya chance is, cause obviously she ain't no romantic/
Who waitin on the right one to come along and plant his/
So you whisper to her comment on her thick lips/
Hoping that she don't ask you about that black list/
But you know she goin right now so she prolly not even gon ask shit/
So now you grabbin on that ass admiring them nice tits/
Her thick hips, pushing you forward like, "baby hit this"/
So you spit that shit to get her off that drink and into yo moms whip/
Than race to the crib undress her naked and face sit/
You lyin on that ass now if you thinkin she taste sick, cause you ass whipped/
And all you wanna do now is plant little man inside them thick hips/
You gon give it to her slow till she screams and the tape skips/
But fuck I'm talkin bout? This is me and you ain't this/
So by the time I'm done, there's a grin fillin the place where her face lives/
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