He got that- ‘Sup boo? Let me hit you right back,” swag
Got me waitin’ by the phone-
So we can bone till the sunshines
His charisma fills the room, any room- every time
Got me wantin’ him kinda like a groupie
Want his autograph all over me- really
He got those niggas that’ll come getcha
I feel invincible in his arms
Got me a ridah- a goon with a sexy smile- yep
When he touches me, my troubles melt away
He knows how to handle me
With care, kindness and consideration-straight boy scout
When he does wrong to whatever degree
He ensures we never part ways without smiles in place
‘Cause he cares in immeasurable ways
He make me wanna do things
Suck stuff, lick, love, cook, clean
Beg for his seed, have his babies
Can’t imagine forever without him
Tomorrow wouldn’t matter if we weren’t us
Hands down- it’s not another mutha fucka like…Him.
