| Lyrics: | (House of hits ya'll. . . for the ladies. . . Capone Bone. . . Marley Marl)
If you want it you
can lick from the front
If you want it . . .
I like your stockings, stretch socks even
your Reeboks
Thug you out, take you on tour, learn all the weed spots
We can sip wine, bump
and grind on the slow-mo
But on the d-low I heard your man was a homo
We can combine just
like two five and DoLo
Tell me where to put it like solo
Meet me at 702 I like your
steelo
Now boo face it, you're bangin' to your ankle bracelet
I went against the grain when
I said I'd never taste it
You work all day come home ready for foreplay
Your favourite dish,
harmony grits and fish saute
You love a thug boo, highly impressed by my tattoo
Slim cut,
walk with a strut keepin' it natural
Your physical frame is like a Jada Pinkett
I like to
hear you moan, spank it grab your X and O anklet
Freak off
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