Do Not Disturb

Clicquot by the drapes, intoxicating fragrance
I couldn't find a makeshift
Ya thighs are safe havens
I work the bases, I search the premises
The premise is: we both bring in the dividends
Couldn't see her with a 20|20 lens
They was "money men" wonder where that money went
Super Wonder Woman... oozing confidence
Reek of marijuana... more life and less drama
Your Majesty, ya honor!
Right hand on that ass... too curvy for my breaks, I might crash
Ya ex a sucker and her really went sad
Couple "C's" on the side of her bag, let me acknowledge the fact
That the curves around ya crotch have me enchanted at that
And your hair's getting longer, it's about to reach ya crack
Smoke that pussy like some crack in the 80's
Just some 90's babies... navigating relations
Touching on things from past conversations
White wine, never white lies
And your mother is so beautiful, I had her in another life
These other women never will suffice
Work her physique like a device
You can keep your advice... nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Hawkins
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