Lemme put my tongue there.
N my lips somewhere on grounds unfair.
Down below where skill is dared.
Lemme take u right up n outta those underwear.
Let's see all that shit u talk play out.
Digging in to moaning sounds.
Mrs. Queen B lemme hear it from ur mouth.
Louder! More! Let her come so proud.
From within the hidden temples frame.
Lemme hear u say my name without bein tamed.
U say ur it n that you'd drive a mofo insane.
All laid up drained unable to handle ur fame.
Spread em n see if it's about that time.
To Lose ur fuckin mind bumpin uglies in the grind.
Filled with a stroke life itself woos the ride.
That is unless ur talking shit n the only thing about u is ur words neva bein defined.
Lemme taste ur dreams soaking the bed sheets.
Free to come play with me in reality.
Justifying the freak u claim lives beneath the sheets.
I need a Lil proof to go with that story of how u leak.
Drip drip drop doin shit that'll cure my fuckin toes.
U said the shit so now I wanna fuckin know.
Let's do this n get that shit as we unfold.
Or take ya azz on somewhere talkin ur way on down the road.
Say what u mean n mean what u say.
If we collide n connect with passion I jus might stay.
So what's the dilly Yo, live n direct from callin ur name.
Break me off jus bcuz I think the flapper below ur nose runs n ur lame.
Always yappin about how good it is n how others are sprung.
Let's get it as if we're outta our minds n as deep as we can dig into luv.
One hush two hush three hush n I'm gone if ya ain't speaking up.
We can slow roll, be creative or all out fuck.
Pick n choose the roll ur chatterbox explores.
Talk is cheap leaving expectation wantin more.
Either do the damn thing or  hit the damn door.
I ain't got time to half step with u jus for u to be endorsed...