SUNDAY SERVICE

I can get it wet like tsunami
Kiss your neck, then the rest of your body
Girl, you sweet, but your flesh is umami
You a freak in the bed, girl, you naughty
Give me head, make it sloppy
We gon' make a mess when you top me
You said that I'm cocky, caressin' you softly
But I'ma beat it up like the endin' of Rocky
Time is tickin', shine and glisten
You're a diamond - vivid, quite exquisite
Tryin' to realign your spine's position
You can feel your alignment shiftin
Tell the neighbors to mind their business
I'll be your trainer and your dietician
Give you a workout and supply nutrition
Take you to church now, you my religion

I wanna spoil you
Give you the world 'cause you deserve it
'Cause you're a blessing and you're perfect

I wanna worship you
And sing your praise like Sunday service
I hope you're ready for the sermon

Before Anything Else, so I call her BAE
She call me Daddy, Happy Father's Day
She got a fatty but she got that Coke bottle shape
Could've been a model in that lingerie
Ay, she gon' swallow, not a drop to waste
This ain't Minute Maid, can't concentrate
Girl, you sweet as fuck, no Frosted Flakes
And I'ma eat it up like chocolate cake
All you can eat like a buffet
Goin' back for more though I just ate
You'd be surprised what I can fit on one plate
After I eat, give you the tip like a lunch date
You can lick the frostin' off of the cupcake
You can lick the lollipop till your tongue ache
I got it on lock like a gun safe
Got you screamin' out for God like it's Sunday

I wanna spoil you
Give you the world 'cause you deserve it
'Cause you're a blessing and you're perfect

I wanna worship you
And sing your praise like Sunday service
I hope you're ready for the sermon

I know it's mine, you won't give it away
It's no surprise, take that shit to the bank
The way you work it, 'bout to give you a raise
All the ways to say you're perfect couldn't fit on the page
You know your worth is not a physical trait
We can make love at a deliberate pace
Forget a chair, baby, sit on my face
I know you're scared, maybe a little afraid
I know it hurts, it's hard to take chances
You a work of art, I'm a blank canvas
I'ma go and get your name tatted
You drive me crazy, no straight jacket
We love and fuck with the same passion
You one of one, girl, you ain't average
Get me high like a plane, I just hate landing
Keep my eyes on the blaze as the flame dances

I wanna spoil you
Give you the world 'cause you deserve it
'Cause you're a blessing and you're perfect

I wanna worship you
And sing your praise like Sunday service
I hope you're ready for the sermon



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Writer(s): Gerald Owen
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