Right… my guy,
well he took me right by them stairs
He made me squirt all over the place,
hit it at once yeah I locked it twice
He had a blast but I took just... fine
No chem-sex for my baby
Now he gets off on a little G
Oh you should see him pop, my kinky boo
He looks so fine in ma’s bride costume
Right kinky boo?
Where’s that bride costume?
(Are you about to shoot?)
We mostly hide for what is worth
We fuck and stuff but we have much more
We rub-a-dub-a-dub on meds with a little care
He and I always kinda yeah... dare
He's positive to a certain extent,
he’s also sick but you could never tell
Cause History builds on pharmacies
and a bunch of pills prevent me from writing off his eulogy
And my man said:
“I ain’t no means, I’m the end.
And I go blind when I pretend.
Those viral rights you’re aiming for…
It’s like they get it tight, return it torn¨
Right, kinky boo? (My kinky boo)
Where’s that black costume? (My bride costume)
Are you about to shoot? (Are about to?)
Are you about to shoot?
My man would always hump you down
He ain’t no means he’s just the goal
My man hates how you aim for,
he's about to shoot? you never know
My man will always knock you down
He has the means he has a goal
My man hates how you're aiming for
He’s about to shoot and a bitch never know