don't no other mami give me head like you
y now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
we could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
you goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
don't mistake my talkin modest
still put you in the wide bedroom with the walk-in closet
get rid of that three-quarter
ex-man never had you feelin that fly
flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
when them other cats call you
you can turn your phone off
take that herringbone off
stretch 'vee playin manhattan
turn this off for a minute
we can do freaky things if you widdit