FIRST PART
Lights down low
Everybody around me grinding so slow
I was thinking wow this feels like a whole another world
And then a girl bumps into me and falls flat in my lap
And the next thing I feel is
The coldness of the liquor, the warmness of your bu*t
The wetness of your moist
And when I touch your body
I can hear your moany noise
We are dancing, it gets so exciting
After the end of the night
Everything feels so right
Between you and me
But unfortunately I have to leave
But I could see it in your eyes
That you were the kind of girl that was scared to ride
So I give you a card with my number
You can call me whenever you're lonely and hear a thunder
So I can be there and take you under
-CHORUS-
You give me the chills
With your p**nographic sk**s
He doesn't appreciate your talent
Let me see your p**nographic talents
I wanna taste all of your flowers
But do it per the hour
Let me strum your body like a guitar
Until I blow out your amplifier
SECOND PART
One night
At the studio you called me crying
Because you've just had a fight
With your man
Then I was like "damn!"
I was trying
To help you out
But you couldn't hear me 'cause it was so loud
So you asked me if you could come to the stu
You said you want to see me and hang out with the crew
Few hours pa**ed
After we smoked all of the gra**
We decided to go home
But you said you didn't want to sleep alone
So we went back to my home
-CHORUS-
You give me the chills
With your p**nographic sk**s
He doesn't appreciate your talent
Let me see your p**nographic talents
I wanna taste all of your flowers
But do it per the hour
Let me strum your body like a guitar
Until I blow out your amplifier
THIRD PART
When we get back to the crib
You said that you wanted me to take a dip
I was like "what do you mean"
You said "when I was dancing on you
I could feel that your body is like a drug
And I am your fiend
And I need my fix"
Girl, I can be your teacher
Show me your talent show
Don't worry about what we do
You ain't no hoe
Let me spread your legs like you're number 23
Let's make a movie, they call me Spike Lee
Because I like what you're doing with your body
I am gunna strech that p**y out like Pilates
I ain't a player I just f** a lot
Come to my world girl and I would eat your chocolat
The next thing you know
All of our clothes are in the floor
And I closed the door
I tell you that my favorite kind of girl
Is shaped with the curves
And then I jumped on in your curves
You can move my stick in all of the positions
I know you've been aching for my key to be in your ignition
I want to taste your pepsi cola
Let me push my straw in your cola
I'm iced down
But that p**y so wet I might drown
With my swim well I'm a jump
In there like splash
I love the look in your eyes
When I slip and slide between your thick thighs
Don't worry I have FEMA on speed dial
Just in case things get too wild
-CHORUS-
You give me the chills
With your p**nographic sk**s
He doesn't appreciate your talent
Let me see your p**nographic talents
I wanna taste all of your flowers
But do it per the hour
Let me strum your body like a guitar
Until I blow out your amplifier