Solomon Childs - Let's f** lyrics

[Chorus 2X: male singer] Let's f**... until the sun come up We can skip the breakfast, baby I just wanna f** you, baby [Solomon Childs] I got 'em screaming, aoow, slow down daddy Don't hurt the cootie, when I'm hitting that spot So you a big girl, and you can take it all in your mouth No disrespect, believe me, I ain't trying to diss you I'm trying to kick it with you Cuz what's good goose, sh**, good for the gander And we all got dirty clothes in the hamper And I'mma Scorpio, I just want a freak anyway Without the buddah and the Hennessey, baby Blowing the pineapple, while you getting head Switch, have you blowing the pineapple, while you getting licked all around the edge Beauty marks all over your body Never mind the hobbies, sweat, mami Romance is whatever it takes, I need full-time to work on back cakes [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] Animalistic attractions, and after the s** drive You gon' need more than aspirins, how you feel about A weekend in pa**ion, sweat dripping, nothing but actin I like 'em with the complexion strawberry And whipped cream, bu*terscotch and honey Coco with the tattoo on your tummy Satisfaction, so it could never get dry Got the KY jelly for all those other requests And replies and let me ease your mind This casanova, ain't never been a one minute brother The pipe game exotic, I'll be your ultimate lover Baby you think I'm juicy like a California cherry How you feel about doggy style? Hitting real wild, like Billy Bob Thorton And Halle Berry, take a look at me now [Chorus 4X] [Hook 2X: male singer] Forever, and ever, ever, and ever Ever, and ever, always...