Strokin’
Say my name out loud
And the pussy deep, you talk to me
Looking at me like that, you did it all
Don't talk to me
I been home like 16 months
And the way that you call, like you never had dick at all
Kissing in the car
While in the park garage, you go to slipping off your bra
Oh, oh, damn your tities soft
Lifting up ur skirt, slip your panties off oh, oh
Hands all over your body
Licking on it all, no feelings involved
Watching water fall, took no time at all, pussy
What we doing won't hurt nobody
Looks like I've seen you in my dreams
Or in a magazine
People asking who are we (when we roll around)
Though things are not as they may seem
Won't you like you want me
Skip to this bedroom scene
And it's going down
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
It's gangsta I be putting her hands all the way behind her back
I'll be diving when I be diving she be dick dick dick
Fall off in the club, niggas say, "What up?"
No walking around, but you're a bad bitch
I see you looking, I want the pussy, fuck talking about it
Leave with me, get fucked good
That gangsta shit, I'm all about it
On the floor, leave the bed made up
Real street, nigga, none of that made up
Lay you on your back with both legs up
Eat the dick with a lot of spit
69, we can try again
Love the way you smell love to feel your skin
Hands together, I'ma hold them back
Put the head in, and I throw it back
Arch you all the way to the ceiling
Get your booty licked while you make it clap
Uh, nasty! A lot of tattoos get at me
Face underneath your waist while my fingers scratching your scalp
You keep squirming all on my couch
You left nipple all in my mouth
Ask them hoes about me, I kill pussy
I know you know what's that about
Looks like I've seen you in my dreams, or in a magazine
People asking who are we (when we roll around)
Though things are not as they may seem
Won't you like the you want me
Skip to this bedroom scene
And it's going down
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Now turn around
Sweating like a storm 'cause we don't kid around
After this you could tell all your girlfriends
How I just dick you down
While kissing on your shoulders, and I make you bend over
Give this dick like I'm supposed to
I'm stroking in slow motion
I'm stroking, now hold on
And the pussy deep, you talk to me
Looking at me like that, you did it all
Don't talk to me
I been home like 16 months
And the way that you call, like you never had dick at all
Kissing in the car
While in the park garage, you go to slipping off your bra
Oh, oh, damn your tities soft
Lifting up ur skirt, slip your panties off oh, oh
Hands all over your body
Licking on it all, no feelings involved
Watching water fall, took no time at all, pussy
What we doing won't hurt nobody
Looks like I've seen you in my dreams
Or in a magazine
People asking who are we (when we roll around)
Though things are not as they may seem
Won't you like you want me
Skip to this bedroom scene
And it's going down
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
It's gangsta I be putting her hands all the way behind her back
I'll be diving when I be diving she be dick dick dick
Fall off in the club, niggas say, "What up?"
No walking around, but you're a bad bitch
I see you looking, I want the pussy, fuck talking about it
Leave with me, get fucked good
That gangsta shit, I'm all about it
On the floor, leave the bed made up
Real street, nigga, none of that made up
Lay you on your back with both legs up
Eat the dick with a lot of spit
69, we can try again
Love the way you smell love to feel your skin
Hands together, I'ma hold them back
Put the head in, and I throw it back
Arch you all the way to the ceiling
Get your booty licked while you make it clap
Uh, nasty! A lot of tattoos get at me
Face underneath your waist while my fingers scratching your scalp
You keep squirming all on my couch
You left nipple all in my mouth
Ask them hoes about me, I kill pussy
I know you know what's that about
Looks like I've seen you in my dreams, or in a magazine
People asking who are we (when we roll around)
Though things are not as they may seem
Won't you like the you want me
Skip to this bedroom scene
And it's going down
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Now turn around
Sweating like a storm 'cause we don't kid around
After this you could tell all your girlfriends
How I just dick you down
While kissing on your shoulders, and I make you bend over
Give this dick like I'm supposed to
I'm stroking in slow motion
I'm stroking, now hold on
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Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, David Cunningham
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