R. Kelly - Poetic Sex lyrics

Yeah My s** is poetic I'm about to get you mad pregnant Yeah The first RnB p**n My mic be the knife I'mma take a stab at it OK Allow me to paint the picture your mind being the canvas I take you spiritually high, your plane never be landing No navigation locating that spot When I hit that you yell out God, that's the G spot Sex That'll bring you close to tears When I spit it it's like I popped a molly in your ear You feel it between your thighs your heart beat starts to rise Your pupils is dilantin' you believe you can fly man n***as can't f** me, world in my hands These n***as can't even hold palm in their hands Pull up in that ba**line snatch you up with these hits Tie you up with my lyrics Now you're abducted by this sh** oh Ooh baby (baby) Come and feed me baby (feed me baby) Girl put your body on a dinner plate I just can't get enough of your buffet And I'm so hungry Baby feed me All I can eat baby, I I know A lot of things on your mind Let me carry them Get you so wet Welcome to the aquarium Murdering every bar sh** I'm a barbarian Who is he? How dare they make a comparison Up and down up and down on my elevator See I'm the type of n***a that'll elevate ya Just let that soak in And I ain't gonna bathe off that sh**, I'mma soak in It's poker And I'm goin' all in I got you so open all I gotta do is fall inm, uh And I turned your man to Aaron Hall My lyrics got a big dick and I just f**ed the sh** out of y'all Poetic Ooh baby (baby) Come and feed me baby (feed me baby) Girl put your body on a dinner plate I just can't get enough of your buffet And I'm so hungry (I'm so hungry) Baby feed me All I can eat baby, I (yeah) Send her in the shop once I touch her with this taser tongue Shirt on the clothes line you could say shawty hung Never caught up but you could say a n***a sprung Put that up to my ear 'cause I like to hear where you're from Hop up in my rocket ship, we gon' tell them haters bye, bye (bye bye bye) Yeah And I'ma represent my s** like I represent my city Chi (Chi, Chi, Chi, Chi) Yeah Smoking on my melody yeah you could say we getting high (high) Yeah (yeah) And now I got the munchies bout to eat it call it dinner time Yeah, okay p**y my address just being honest And they say home is where the heart is I'm just metaphorically speaking Like a ceiling with a hole I'mma have you leaking and I promise you gonna love it Girl my s** rich them n***as is on a budget I make it talk need no translation I'm swimming in it need no flotation Lock me up in it need no probation My girl no temptations Bout to make you sweat huh I turn up the Fahrenheit Drink from any fountain black or white, sh** that's equal rights I ain't talkin' hands when I tell your a** to make it clap Ten out of ten times you came sh** that's a stating facts And I love the things you do with your lips when you looking back Put that p**y right up on my head that't a fitted cap uh Ooh baby (ooh baby) Come and feed me baby (come on and feed me baby) Girl put your body on a dinner plate I just can't get enough of your buffet And I'm so hungry, baby feed me All I can eat baby My s** is poetic Girl let me get you mad pregnant