Colombian Dragon - Baby Making Music lyrics

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