Jus don't run...

Lemme use the bed as a backboard as I fall into u... Rolling around ya rim... Dribbles thrown down... As I'm goin down inside of u... Jus slide ya panties to the right... Feel u some head game... Pickin up the roll of the tongues to slam it down... Hearin my name cheered with moans that bring the fame... Imma special kinda of pleasure... Laid out is the u of flava I seek... Ur taste... Ur treat... Served by a lyrical need... Cumin to life with the lip service felt... Get it... Get that shit... Lemme help... Bare the seasoning that drips on the loose... Applying skill to juice ur box... Together mixing it up with meat to put in ya oven... Jus don't run when u feel the bacock... Even wakin u before the rosters rise to the sun... I'm goin all in on the thrill of ya comin undone... Here for u to squeeze one off... Jus don't run...