Call me when u wanna get freaky I’m a playa can’t ya c So when u wanna come ova Where we can get a lil rougha U know dat whips, chains and handcuff shit What’s ya phone # baby So we can get freaky Think about u and me On da bathroom floor And u beggin me 4 more Hittin u from the front 2 da back I’m gonna flip u like a flap jack U best know dat U and me can make fireworks U can witness all the perks Of havin me be ya man U gonna need a fan After I get done wit u Call me the next time u need a good screw I’ll really make u say Oooo This time get ur girls phone # 2 So I can hit her and u U know dat u like it like dat Baby, u think I’m phat?? U ain’t seen nuttin yet Ure boyfriend and me got a bet He say dat I can’t hit it better than him U know dat I can cuz u seen my limb Baby, what’s ya phone #? PEACE OUT!!!!
Reason for writing:
4 All My Ladies
Birth sign: Aquarius
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