Pink Envelope

Lemme get that wet wet
Girl you know better
I can make it wetter
That pink envelope between your thighs
Is a thirst trap that I wanna be in
I gotta looong DM
That I wanna Slide in
Like a private conversation
Pull those panties to side, and
Talk your shit, rotate that clit, clockwise
Counter clockwise, that's how you play with the timing 2000 s.e.c.s
Do the math, that's a whole lot of sex
You already know what I'm into
Thick lips with the lips glossed
Oh yea, the ones above chin too
What I'm into? I meant you
Lemme dip the head in, get it baptized
Call it salvation
You're a glutton for the big dick
You're my waitress here's a big tip

Pull it out, put it back in you
Pussy talk back like it gotta attitude
So sassy with it
How you nasty with it and still classy with it
Ass clapping like an encore
Cause you want more
Aggressive when I'm groping you
More aggressive when I'm stroking you and choking you
Quiver when I tell you not move
Telling you not to cream, and that I'll fuck you harder if you do
I love it when you scream
And the pitch is so high I can barely hear a thing
Hate to call you out your name, but you tell me that it's fine
So I whisper in your ear: bitch tell that it's mine
While I'm pulling on your hair
Suck your neck, lick your face
Dig you out, bury my bone
Say your name, and then you moan

You remind me of a Jeep? Nah
You remind me of my next BMW
Let's make another u and another u
That's a double you
Cause I ain't shooting up the club, I'm shooting up the school
Till my kids run outta you
But, this is not a terrorist attack, it's
Baby-making practice
We're trying reach perfection when we practice
We're on the same team, so we practice
Real moans, no fake ones
Real dick, no fake ones
Real orgasms, no fake ones
Why watch porn when we can make one
Only DM that I wanna Slide In
Is the pink envelope between your thighs
I gotta 8 page poem and it's private
I wanna fit the whole thing inside it