GETCHU HOME

Five star, hotel I fucked yo girl, oh well She finna snitch, hoe tell She locked me up, no jail I can't escape, no bail But I like fuckin' her, anyway Big badonk, with the skinny waste She be pleasin' me anyway, I want It's blissful to my conscience 'Nuff, with all that nonsense Don, I'm on my Sean shit And I don't see what you be seein' Tryna get to the house, so I can fill you with my semen Advisin' yo mama, she might wanna get out the house It go from the bed to the kitchen and then on the couch I faint for that fanny, you gon' have to do mouth-to-mouth And I just be geekin', blowin' back-edy ounce-ounce I smacky the booty, I like when itty bounce-bounce And I ain't had wetty in a minute, I'm in a drought Now I'm makin' that pussy squirt-squirty like it's a fountain I'm plottin-ty plottin-ty, I know that you never doubin' I just don't know what you see in me Maybe me and you were meant to be I just don't know what you see in me But maybe me and you were meant to be Tryna get you home, I'm plottin' Tryna get you home, I'm plottin' Tryna get you home, I'm plottin' Tryna get you home, I'm plottin' Tryna get you home, I'm plottin' Tryna get you home, I'm plottin' Tryna get you home, I'm plottin' Tryna get you home, I'm plottin' Tryna get you home Tryna get you home Tryna get you home Tryna get you home Tryna get you home Do ya all night long Tryna get you home