Handle This?

Climb up on 'em like a jungle gym
Ride that thang wild
Bend it over, tell him stick it in
Beat it, beat it
Pound
He was nervous
So I put it in my mouth, and went to town
Now he never wanna leave me
But baby, you gotta bounce

I'm so nasty with it
If I'm drunk, I hit your phone
You better answer it
Get up, get into your car
Proceed to lay the dick
Wanna fuck all day
And have the fucking neighbors sick
You sure that you can handle this

I went to brunch, you know it's on
At 2pm, nah, not at dawn
You let me in, I took it off
And then get to my favorite part
Know it's wet, don't need no lube
His head in, he drowning boo
I like back-shots, and he do too
My ass like water when it moves
We ain't make it to the bed
The couch, the floor
Standing, the chair
Arch my back, he pull my hair
This pussy special, yeah it's rare
Now he don't know what to do
He in love with how I screw
And if we at a party, turn the party to a private room

I'm so nasty with it
If I'm drunk, I hit your phone
You better answer it
Get up, get into your car
Proceed to lay the dick
Wanna fuck all day
And have the fucking neighbors sick
You sure that you can handle this

Chit-chatting
Nah, not with me
We fucking, or you can leave
I ain't call you to sit up and talk
Boy, I need to be pleased
Know it puts your ass to sleep
But boy, wake up
No kicked up feet
You gotta go
I like to creep
So do not relationship me
This is it, yeah this the end
You can't wait to tell your friends
But if it gets back to me
Promise you, we'll never fuck again
So impressed with how this pussy wet
Some shit you never seen
Don't let me get off the liquor
That bring out a different freak

I'm so nasty with it
If I'm drunk, I hit your phone
You better answer it
Get up, get into your car
Proceed to lay the dick
Wanna fuck all day
And have the fucking neighbors sick
You sure that you can handle this



Credits
Writer(s): Charlee Jones
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