Thursdays
Throwback
She throw it back like a jersey
Sexual Healing it's therapy
Felt like I swam with a mermaid
And she almost had me
Weakened like a Thursday
Girl you be dripping that water
Feel like Bobby Boucher
It's a flea flicker on some liquor
Like she sucked my blood
Throw it back like we reminiscing
We brushing up
And she fire got the torches
Like the burning bush
Can we rendezvous
On the moon I'm as cold as you
And she throw it back
Your attack to exact
She a thumb tack
In a hay stack
Throw it way back
Throw it way back
Throw ya waist back
Throw it back
Throw it back
Like a rerun
And girl I know you need love
Even your heart numb
I'm frigid in a fridge
Getting frost bitten arms
I'm diving in the milky way
You hot as the stars
And she threw it back
To the sound of the beat
Baby you wet like I'm downing at sea
Ain't tryna free willie get A Millie Silly
No estimating they debating they hating
I'm making history
Flick a flea
And she throw it back while she kissing me
Wetter than Ursula
Suck it and burp it up
I couldn't church on her
I wasn't chicken
Why you so personal
Minding my business
On a satellite
Skipping rocks on the moon
She threw it back
Like July went to June
This ain't Rush Hour
Why you coming soon
Girl wait for the flowers to bloom
Hung her jersey in the hall of fame
She got that pomegranate lemonade
She get to dancing showing me them legs
She get to running like I was the feds
I beat it up like a vegetable
She throw it back like she must of forgot
She got that holy box do Salat
I put the stick in the box
Then when you cum
I be licking the drops
Girl throw it back for a real one
I just feel love
She throw it back like a jersey
Sexual Healing it's therapy
Felt like I swam with a mermaid
And she almost had me
Weakened like a Thursday
Girl you be dripping that water
Feel like Bobby Boucher
It's a flea flicker on some liquor
Like she sucked my blood
Throw it back like we reminiscing
We brushing up
And she fire got the torches
Like the burning bush
Can we rendezvous
On the moon I'm as cold as you
And she throw it back
Your attack to exact
She a thumb tack
In a hay stack
Throw it way back
Throw it way back
Throw ya waist back
She throw it back like a jersey
Sexual Healing it's therapy
Felt like I swam with a mermaid
And she almost had me
Weakened like a Thursday
Girl you be dripping that water
Feel like Bobby Boucher
It's a flea flicker on some liquor
Like she sucked my blood
Throw it back like we reminiscing
We brushing up
And she fire got the torches
Like the burning bush
Can we rendezvous
On the moon I'm as cold as you
And she throw it back
Your attack to exact
She a thumb tack
In a hay stack
Throw it way back
Throw it way back
Throw ya waist back
Throw it back
Throw it back
Like a rerun
And girl I know you need love
Even your heart numb
I'm frigid in a fridge
Getting frost bitten arms
I'm diving in the milky way
You hot as the stars
And she threw it back
To the sound of the beat
Baby you wet like I'm downing at sea
Ain't tryna free willie get A Millie Silly
No estimating they debating they hating
I'm making history
Flick a flea
And she throw it back while she kissing me
Wetter than Ursula
Suck it and burp it up
I couldn't church on her
I wasn't chicken
Why you so personal
Minding my business
On a satellite
Skipping rocks on the moon
She threw it back
Like July went to June
This ain't Rush Hour
Why you coming soon
Girl wait for the flowers to bloom
Hung her jersey in the hall of fame
She got that pomegranate lemonade
She get to dancing showing me them legs
She get to running like I was the feds
I beat it up like a vegetable
She throw it back like she must of forgot
She got that holy box do Salat
I put the stick in the box
Then when you cum
I be licking the drops
Girl throw it back for a real one
I just feel love
She throw it back like a jersey
Sexual Healing it's therapy
Felt like I swam with a mermaid
And she almost had me
Weakened like a Thursday
Girl you be dripping that water
Feel like Bobby Boucher
It's a flea flicker on some liquor
Like she sucked my blood
Throw it back like we reminiscing
We brushing up
And she fire got the torches
Like the burning bush
Can we rendezvous
On the moon I'm as cold as you
And she throw it back
Your attack to exact
She a thumb tack
In a hay stack
Throw it way back
Throw it way back
Throw ya waist back
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Writer(s): Mansur Muhammad
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