AWA

Poetic Sex

Track byR. Kelly

303
0
  • 2015.12.11
  • 4:21
AWAで聴く

歌詞

INTRO Yeah my sex is poetic I'm about to get your mind pregnant huh yeah The first R&B poem My mic be the knife I'mma take a stab at it ok VERSE Allow me to paint the picture Your mind bein' the canvas I'll take you spiritually high Your plane ain't never landing No navigation locatin' that spot When I hit that You yell out God that's the G spot Sex That'll bring you close to tears When I spit it It's like I popped a molly in your ear You feel it between your thighs Your heartbeat starts to rise You pupils' is dilatin' You believe you can fly, man Niggas' can't fuck with me World in my hands These niggas can't even hold palm in their hands Pull up in that bass line Snatch you up with these hits Tie you up with my lyrics Now you abducted by this shit CHORUS Ooh Baby Come and feed me baby Girl put your body on a dinner plate I just can't get enough of your Buffet And I'm so hungry Umm baby feed me All I can eat baby ahhh VERSE I know A lot of things on your mind Let me carry them Get you so wet Welcome to the aquarium Murderin' every bar Shit I'm a barbarian Who is he How dare they make a comparison Up and down up and down On my elevator See I'm the type of nigga That'll elevate ya Just let that soak in And I ain't gon' bathe off in that shit I'mma soak in It's poker And I'm going all in I got you so open All I gotta do is fall in, ahh And I turned your man to Aaron Hall My lyrics got a big dick And I just fucked the shit out of y'all Poetic CHORUS VERSE Send her into shock Once I touch her with this taser tongue Shirt on the clothes line You could say shawty hung Never caught up But you could say a nigga sprung Put that up to my ear Cause I like to hear where you comin' from Hop up in my rocket ship We gonna tell them haters bye, yea And I'mma represent my sex like I represent my city Chi, yea Smoking on my melody, yea You can say we getting high, yea And now I got the munchies 'Bout to eat it call it dinner time, huh yea Ok, pussy my address Just bein honest And they say home is where the heart is I'm just metaphorically speaking Like a ceiling with a hole I'mma have you leaking And I promise you gonna love it Girl my sex rich Dem niggas is on a budget I make it talk Need no translation I'm swimming in it Need no flotation Lock me up in it Need no probation My girl No temptations I can make you sweat huh I turn up the Fahrenheit Drink from any fountain black or white Shit that's equal rights I ain't talkin' hands When I tell your ass to make it clap Ten out of ten times You came shit that's statin facts And I love the things you do with your lips When you lookin' back Put that pussy right up on my head That's a fitted cap, uh CHORUS Haha My sex is poetic Girl let me get your mind pregnant

このページをシェア

R. Kellyの人気曲

R. Kelly
の他の曲も聴いてみよう
AWAで他の曲を聴く
はじめての方限定
1か月無料トライアル実施中!
登録なしですぐに聴ける
アプリでもっと快適に音楽を楽しもう
ダウンロード
フル再生
時間制限なし