Eh look
Ye ain't gotta show me ur
Spot cuz ima find it tonight
I got every wine that you
Like a lil brian mcknight
Step out let me see that
Vicki secret design in the light
Ima do sum shit wit my
Hands and send ur mind in the flight
Turn ur phone off you gon
Have the time of ur life
Besides you don't get no service
When we climbin them heights
Lets take off I got some 1st
Class shit for that gorgeous ass
That make you lay over other
Men get you boarding pass
I kiss you from ur big
Toe to ur hips though
To ur waist and ur belly
Button to ur lips slow
Cuz I'm into you I want to
Interview every inch of you
Release all the tension
Niggas don't pay attention to
Rub between ur thighs jus
To make ur knees shake
Then kiss you on ur ankle
Cuz I love the way your feet shake
With your purple toe nails
You work it so well
It's the perfect show cuz
We ain't close them curtains oh well
Let them haters watch they
Can take votes
And let them neighbours
Watch they can take notes
Baby we gon turn the lights down low
We ain't gotta rush lets
Get lost in every touch
Baby we ain't got nowhere to go
I want you to count every
Kiss from my lips on your hips
Now move it nice and slow
And ima make my way down
You jus gotta lay down
Baby let me take control
When it seem the world movin
To fast let me get that slow motion
Slow motion slow motion slow motion
Slow motion slow motion
Slow motion slow motion
You can get it somethin polite
Or have it rough as you like
I'm slow grind mode so blind
Folds wit buckets of ice
How you want it baby eye
Contact and hand grippin
Or me in it like a mechanic
Fixin a transmission
Uh ugh thats head first in the
Hood could be your red skirt
Now spread it out real
Good until them legs hurt
Ankle grippin changin position
Hangin off the edge of the bed
But ain't no slippin I got you
You start cummin I jump
Up out it jus to watch you
Now turn that ass over and
Come here cuz I'm not through
Arch it up I kiss the smile on ur back
Lift you from bed to the
Wall way down the hall in the back
All way down to the desk in
My office on some principal shit
Bumpin the computer turnin
On instrumentals and shit
And then you stop I tell
You it ain't nuttin wrong bout it
When we finish I'm gon make a song out it
Baby we gon turn the lights down low
We ain't gotta rush lets
Get lost in every touch
Baby we ain't got nowhere to go
I want you to count every
Kiss from my lips on your hips
Now move it nice and slow
And ima make my way
Down you jus gotta lay down
Baby let me take control
When it seem the world movin to
Fast let me get that slow motion
Slow motion slow motion slow motion
Slow motion slow motion slow motion
Slow motion slow motion slow motion
Slow motion slow motion slow motion
Slow motion slow motion slow motion
