Tapout - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Verse Simmonds]

All around this room

Baby me and you

I don't wanna let you down

That's a perfect view

Looking at you

I just wanna love you down

You got that million dollar, that million dollar turn up

I got that cranberry d'usse in my cup

And I been looking for somebody I can spend this money on

And make you tapout

Wait, hold up

Party just beginning

And I know that we ain't married

But this don't feel like sinning

Uh this one is for you

Perfect crazy sexy cool

Tight like glue, just us two

Girl let's get stuck together

There's a storm in this house

But outside its perfect weather

Break the arm off the couch

Cause we fucking like we mean it

Let's have some alien sex

I'm from Mars, you from Venus

All I wanna do is touch it

That million dollar ooh ooh ooh

All I wanna do is touch it

That million dollar ooh ooh ooh

The got that million dollar

Million dollar ooh ooh ooh

She got that million dollar

Million dollar ooh ooh ooh

And all I wanna do is touch it

Ooh ooh ooh

Make her tapout

Tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout

And Imma make her tapout

Tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout

I''m in love with your Egyptian skin

And you talk about religion

I'm in prison with the pussy

And I'm falling no cushion