Michete - Come Get It, Daddy lyrics

Fellas, I want to know if I can talk to you for just a minute. Now, there's a certain kind of fella I want to talk to this evening. Ah-ha… So there was this guy, right? You can already tell where this one's going. So, you could say he and I were friends- or at least, we hung around the same people often. And I guess you could say that I liked him, or whatever, but- not for his personality or anything. And he'd always do the thing where they, like, act all weird and flirt with you and sh** but do it in a way where it seems like it's just a joke? But as it went on, I became pretty certain that neither of us were actually joking. And so finally I got sick of the bullsh** and decided to just ask him straight up. Like, what's the deal? Is this happening or not? And he kind of hesitated about giving me a real answer, but it wasn't long before we ended up at my house together. And I was like Unh! Come get it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy Don't hold back, just hit it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy It's all yours if you're with it, daddy Ah! Ooh sh**! Ah! Ooo! So a couple days later we're talking, and I bring up, you know- the incident. And he tries to play it off, like “Oh, I wasn't really into it.” And I'm like, “Man, that's f**ing wild. Because your dick told me a completely different story.” And he kept referring to the whole ordeal as an experiment, and it's like- dude, if that was an experiment, I think you had a pretty f**ing strong hypothesis, alright? So after hearing that nonsense for a bit, I was just kinda like, whatever. I pretended I didn't care but, I actually did. But I figured it was no use to push the issue. Especially since I knew he'd be coming back for more- the way they always do. And not long after that, it was time for round two. And I was like Unh! Come get it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy Don't hold back, just hit it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy Unh! Come get it daddy It's all yours if you're with it, daddy Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ah, f**… Ah! Ooh sh**! Ah! Ooo! I don't get what the deal is with these “straight” men. When I said straight just now, I made little quotation marks with my fingers. They're so afraid to just- enjoy sh**, and let themselves live, and feel things. They act like it's such a huge deal when it really isn't. They're all- “Ugh! I don't know what this means, I don't know who I am anymore! Ugh!” And it's like- calm down. It's not the end of the world just because I gave you the s**. Like, none of this matters. None of this is even real Except for my wet p**y