I Heart Boyz

I only keep two types of men in my life
Men that are friends, that I'll eventually fuck
Or fuck friends, that I'll probably ending up being friends with

Jump, jump on the dick
Suck my tits and rub on my clit
Show a bitch why she love a thug
A rough nigga that fuck me up
Digging in that pussy like he just got outta county
The bushy so damn juicy his tip is drowning
In the round, brown gushy, I love the pounding
He hit it from the back, I'm bouncing back
Oh the sound I make
I heart boyz
Black, white, red, brown, charcoal
Niggas see a thick bitch, and they hard for her
When I see the thick grip, I hop forward
He bust through the door, bent me backwards
Touching parts of my body that never been explored
Words slurred, toes curled, that nigga struck a nerve
They banging next door, I'm screaming out safe words
This fit, thick boned
We got the bed rocking to a beat, reggaeton
I speak different tongues when he eat, Rosetta Stone
He said my couch pulls out, but bitch I don't

I bet you wanna fuck me cause I got the juicy booty
If you hit it from the back, I'll bounce it back when you do me
I'll ride that dick so hard, you'll get a little woozy
It was fun while it last, in my ass, keep it moving
I heart boyz
I heart boyz
I heart boyz
I heart boyz (Black, white, red, brown, charcoal)

I ditched my bitches
Cause I got a sickness
That good dick'll make you religious
Screaming oh my God like ya in an exorcism
Oh yes he did it
So hard, I can feel it in my kidneys
Don't call, come thru and fuck with me
My clothes off, and I'm ready to get busy
Your nigga put them racks on me
His stacks, got me hooked bad, on a tender roni
Jonesing, for the good wood, when I get so lonely
Homie, dick hood good, and I need the boning
Blow me
One last kiss, you owe me
Cause the bitch never boring
And I let you wear it out like your first pair of Jordan's

I bet you wanna fuck me cause I got the juicy booty
If you hit it from the back, I'll bounce it back when you do me
I'll ride that dick so hard, you'll get a little woozy
It was fun while it last, in my ass, keep it moving
I heart boyz
I heart boyz
I heart boyz
I heart boyz (Black, white, red, brown, charcoal)

Ballers drop dollars, to get me prone
I flip that wrist bone, thank him to the early morn'
Cause he gotta get gone, 'fore my trash man come
I'm known, to shuffle more niggas through my zone, than a group home
Cause I heart boyz
So I don't need toys
And I do make noise
When I get, get, get it down, get it down on all fours
So he wanna bun up, to the sun up
I just want ya to run up, to I jump up
Hop on, hop off like a tour bus
No fuss, no fluff, just give the fucking bucks up
He used up, I can tell
I just loosened up, but oh well
I remove the fuck, Roger Goodell
With players in every state like the NFL