Rica

Rica Can't be very picky When everything taste wonderful Ah With every touch Every sound that ya make Mm How can I Address The beauty In this room today You look so good Your smile is Wicked juicy Oh so juicy you are to me Even if There's a fruit bouquet I know Maybe it's the Cali sun Or some time away But before I even left I was already missing your name Might as well Get it tatted On my chest Or across my face But I know that you know Blackberry is the only taste On Saturday On Saturday I can never get it confused What you can't do With what you absolutely won't do Your zest a little fucking different And if you listen No other fruit distinctive I just wanna Feel you close to me Fingers oozing Oh so sticky Eat it up Imma eat it up Savoring every Even if there's Fruit bouquet I know Mora is my thang Maybe it's the Cali sun Or some time away But before I even left I was already missing your name Might as well Get it tatted On my chest Or across my face But I know that you know Blackberry is the only taste On Saturday On Saturday Want something sweet as you Eat up imma eat it up, boy So nasty