Poetry
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
I dont care who you wit
On ya booty ima leave my fingerprints
Im tryna give ya lips a kiss
I aint talking bout them ones up on ya face
How you end up in my bed nothing but fate
All dat ass she walking wit nothing but cake
I aint the church type i dont really pray
But you looking like food & i will prey
I aint lien gurl im tryna get this money wit you gurl im so official
And she look so good she'll make you whistle
When i touch her booty it feel like a pillow
Melly in the middle you gon get ya issue
We aint at the house we at the club rollin tree
Yo body on my body gurl thats poetry
Yo body talking to me inappropriately
Fuck around & buss a ovary gurl
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
He said he wanna come & put his hands on it yea
He said he dont give a fuck he'll drop a band on it yea
Put me on dam flight Peter Pan on it yea
No panties on thats you a commando it yea
Big house big car big dick big butt
When they pull up he say baby why you gotta do to much
I said oh this too much you sound alil sus
How bout you pull it out & find a way to shut me up ayy
Smokin exotic & after we roll up
Legs in the air like im practicing yoga
Dick in my guts like its throw up
Giving me head in the shower while im grippin his shoulders
But anyways anyway thats my nigga tho
He fucking wit a real bitch not you lil hoes
Out here wanna cupcake get alil doe
While im getting to it setting tables with the dinner rolls
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
I dont care who you wit
On ya booty ima leave my fingerprints
Im tryna give ya lips a kiss
I aint talking bout them ones up on ya face
How you end up in my bed nothing but fate
All dat ass she walking wit nothing but cake
I aint the church type i dont really pray
But you looking like food & i will prey
I aint lien gurl im tryna get this money wit you gurl im so official
And she look so good she'll make you whistle
When i touch her booty it feel like a pillow
Melly in the middle you gon get ya issue
We aint at the house we at the club rollin tree
Yo body on my body gurl thats poetry
Yo body talking to me inappropriately
Fuck around & buss a ovary gurl
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
He said he wanna come & put his hands on it yea
He said he dont give a fuck he'll drop a band on it yea
Put me on dam flight Peter Pan on it yea
No panties on thats you a commando it yea
Big house big car big dick big butt
When they pull up he say baby why you gotta do to much
I said oh this too much you sound alil sus
How bout you pull it out & find a way to shut me up ayy
Smokin exotic & after we roll up
Legs in the air like im practicing yoga
Dick in my guts like its throw up
Giving me head in the shower while im grippin his shoulders
But anyways anyway thats my nigga tho
He fucking wit a real bitch not you lil hoes
Out here wanna cupcake get alil doe
While im getting to it setting tables with the dinner rolls
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
When i get my hands on you
When i get my hands on you
Gurl you know im tryna get them pants off you
Gurl im tryna get them bandz wit you
Credits
Writer(s): Melvin Wallace Iii
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