I can see that you been feenin’, nipples rock hard with excitement

You liking it, saying come inside it’s safe

In yo mind I’m like lightning, conducting; the sweat gleam and yo breast heave

Go and find your pace

Imma grind you waist

Every thrust yo love pumps, yo g-spot need another hiding place

Cause I find it with ease

You claim you deserve much better yet you here, girl yo mind is diseased

Or maybe I’m the cure, you been riding with thieves, who blinded by greed

Good pussy have a nigga lying and cheating

Die for a piece; can’t count all of the muthafuckas lined up to see

Or maybe you just tired and you tryna appease

The wound still open and you still hoping that you get chosen

These dudes lead you on, when they hit it and they gone then you cry in the sheets

I seen plenty ho’s plenty times in the street, but you and them can’t be compared

Every single man you done ran into ain’t been upstairs, don’t say ya heart can’t be repaired

The deeper I go into ya, I can smell a faint bit of fear

You scared of a painless affair

The next time that we lock thighs, watch my eyes disintegrate all of the shame in the air

Hook( x4)

Baby I got what you need right here

Baby I got what you need right here

Verse II

Hey ma, we can dipset somewhere you got immunity, and we can lose these creeps

And fake pimps who ain’t never had a choosing fee?

This shits confusing me

So I can only imagine the shit you go through on a daily, niggas talking crazy

Never come correct

Claim they bussin checks but they suspect

I put in work like a roughneck, roll yo hips on these Rough Riders

Get this bomb, no Funk Flex

How you shaped, i don’t think ya mom would be upset

But if I’m outta line and these Words is a crime, then I confess

I can do the time, knowing every month I wait, would you upgrade?

Do you trust fate?

Would you trust fall on ya face if I promised you that Heaven awaits?

Or are you cool settling with lames?

You harm ya self with the hesitant face

Certain you know ya worth

Certainly ya worth to me is Universe

So if I made ya hips dip, would you like that?

Rode yo clit to the moon, Would you ride back?

Monologues on your walls, would you write back?

Lock you down, program you, would you KITE back?

Chopper style, ooh you wil, girl who showed you that?

That ass far from juvenile I should’ve known ya’d clap

These niggas in that young nation wanna know ya stats, I just wanna see you put upon ya path