Shirt Off

Ahhh Shit!
(Woo)
Aye yo what the fuck?
(Woo,)
(Woo, aye!)
(Yyeah)
Aye uh, say sum
Aye uh, say sum
(Yyeah)
Aye uh, say sum
Aye uh, say sum
Aye
Say
And uknow aye
(Yyeah!)

One, two, three
I'm nasty!
Four, five, six
Heard you nasty!
This ain't the time
To be classy
Come lets see
If you can
Match me!
Aye, aye
Shirt off!
Yyeah, yyeah
Shirt off!
You a nine
But a ten with your
Shirt off!
Go ahead baby girl
Take ya shirt off!

Ya bitch
On our backs!
Told her to
Sit and relax
Roll up a spliff
Now I'm jus
Gettin' her smacked
She took a hit
Of the gas
Slipped off the panties
And put that
Lil kitt in my
Lap
Hit it
And giving it
Back
Fuck her so good
That her feelings
Is gettin' attached
Whisper to her
While I hit
From the back
(Oh you like that?)
When I hit it
Sideways
She be looking
At me like
"You wild bae
How you killing
That shit it's like
Foul play
You should really
Be going to
Trial bae,"
Okay
I was like
"Nah bae
I was simply just
Doing my job bae,"
Now she
On her knees
Giving me
My praise
I pull all of
Her hair to side
Laid, okay

One, two, three
I'm nasty!
Four, five, six
Heard you nasty!
This ain't the time
To be classy
Come lets see
If you can
Match me!
Aye, aye
Shirt off!
Yyeah, yyeah
Shirt off!
You a nine
But a ten with your
Shirt off!
Go ahead baby girl
Take ya shirt off!

Know my city
Know the team
That I rep
Told em
I'm puttin'
My foot on
They necks
When we hit the bed
Her legs was
Wrapped around
My head
I guess she think
That's what I meant
My tongue was
Merry-going
'Round her
Areolas
Wrappin' all my
Fingers 'round her
Neck,
She talkin'
All that shit
All through the
Text,
Told her
I'm puttin'
All that to
The test!

AHH SHIT!
Took the scrunchy
Off her wrist
Got it as
Wet as
It gets
Right when I'm
Ready to quit
She just gargled
And spit,
Stuck her tongue out
Let all of it
Drip,
OHH FUCK!
(My GOD!)
WHAT THE FUCK!
(YOOO!)
Yo chill!
Yikes!
(Woo!)
(Woo, woo!)



Credits
Writer(s): Masai Ahmad
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