Poetic Sex

Key in yo ignition let me start it up Yo body is the canvas You a work of art Lil baby Now let me give that artist touch We do it like we partners Body is a temple And I'm all up in yo garden Steady talking to yo flower Like the gardener Know I got that good cause Shawty steady pulling out her visa Like a foreigner That's because she feeling fortunate I ain't come to play no games Right now Knowledge for knowledge Swap the brain right now I go off in that pussy Let me talk to that pussy Got me speaking in tongues Like la, la, la, la Swimming in yo deep sea Looking for the treasure key She wanna hear pretty Ricky While I'm pleasuring the p Her ex man blue She make it known I go beast mode But I'm from the go like G Herbo And I'm a humble beast Give her back shots, chiropractor Pulling on her hair Her eyes roll backwards She be going down And be have a nigga smiling Cheesing on the head Like a Green Bay packer Hell yeah comfortable up in it Real cozy You a good girl But a bad girl low-key Ain't no baby boy around this bitch Like jody I bet the neighbors know my name And they ain't nosey, Huh Beat it up, beat it up, beat it, ay Got the water dripping Like the faucet, yeah Eat it up, eat it up, eat it, yeah yeah Boston market, yeah Poetic rose, sensations unraveling She letting go Passion overwhelm she finna explode You'll hear that bomb go off when You see the curled toes Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa) Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa) Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, Oooh) Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah She got that splash, squirt, squirtle She like it slow but don't move like a turtle Don't run like track stars when I Jump like a hurdle Shawty that ass is up on Bernice burgos Desire and fire, fire and desire Our destiny's gripped I held on to the pliers Devoted on making yo temperature Rise As yo legs keep going up Higher and higher I'm into you, I pull up on you I gas you up when I feel up on you Exercising our stress I release when you workout Up and down she go Like pull ups, ooh Like a müsse let me touch up on you I know you gotta thing For them booty rubs No jodeci, I got you feenin' Like you using drugs We started from the internet Lets make computer love Beat it up, beat it up, beat it, ay Got the water dripping Like the faucet, yeah Eat it up, eat it up, eat it, yeah yeah Boston market, yeah Poetic rose, sensations unraveling She letting go Passion overwhelm she finna explode You'll hear that bomb go off when You see the curled toes Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa) Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa) Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, Oooh) Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah