K-Dee - Into You lyrics

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K-Dee - Into You lyrics

[Intro] {Door bell rings} Ms. Parker: Oh, hi Darryl K-Dee: How you doing Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker: Fine...Ricky's not here K-Dee: Oh...can I talk to you for a minute? Ms. Parker: Well...oh, alright. Come on in [Verse One] God damn, ma'am Can I take a bite of the ham-hock? My co*k is like a rock Your son is like my brother And with your wrinkled p**y you can be my lover And I'll smother that sh** like a biscuit And have you sprung with the head of my dilznic Won't treat you like a hoe on Figueroa It's K-Dee the American Gigolo And a n***a know you like what I write Used to spend the night just to see you in tights Working out to that b**h Jane Fonda Ms. Parker may I call you Yolanda? Cause you can see, I'm all grown up And I got this player sh** all sewn up You five years from the 5-0, I'm twenty fo' And I thought you should know [Hook] {x2} I'm into you now, into you now Into you now, into you my black baby [Verse Two] You're buck wild like a horse Divorce And wanna get back in the mix of course An old a** freak, trying to play chic Don't worry about your son cause we can sneak To the mozzy To the wozzy Can I help you with those groceries? I love the way you cook I love the way you look I'm hooked, I feel like a crook Or a cat burglar p**y murderer Look at look at her She's what I prefer I can picture you With a dick or two In your mouth You're from the south You like it the old fashion way But Ms. Parker please Hands and knees So I can squeeze These T.I.T.S We'z out I already got the room key To the cozy spot that's hot where you can do me To see you naked is a dream come true So bring your a** over, oooh [Hook] [Verse Three] It was on and I wrecked it But to tell you the truth it wasn't what I expected A little too loose from all that abuse from your ex No more s** I think I had enough, but we can be friends and stuff Girl, I know it's rough And we can have dinner But you gotta stop blowing up my pager like the World Trade Center Enter The Dragon, I thinking 'bout tagging Your daughter, she's younger And she hungers For a father figure My nuts are bigger than any other n***a She let dick her I think you should know I think you a hoe And, I think I better go I hope you are stronger But to tell you the truth I'm no longer [Hook] [Outro: K-Dee talking] Get the f** out my face. I can't fade you no more. You're too old for me. I can't even f** with you. Well peep...is your daughter home? Well tell her to come down stairs. Yeah. Well look...give her my pager number and tell her to page me. Yeah. Tell Ricky I came by