[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby,
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's hard not for me to play it.
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazed with,
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna to get to you, baby.
See I've been in the studio just tryna get to you, baby,
All night layin' verses, though I'd rather lay with you, baby.
Bra and panties matchin', nail and toes, you all kinda lady,
Angel outta heaven, such a goddess, have a nigga prayin'.
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You need a real nigga, shorty, so come in, throw that pussy, shorty,
See, I think you and me can make it, this little verse to get you naked.
See, your heart ain't meant for breakin', Cupid's never been mistaken,
See, I been caught up in the moment, shit, my type ain't quite her type,
But now this gangsta nigga on it, she can twist my weed and hit the ‘yac,
I can hit your type without the hat, put that pussy on the map.
I see qualities in a bad girl, I know that ass you got,
Come with attitude and your swag, girl, you ain't wrong, girl,
Just when that door knock lose your thong, girl,
‘Cause you girl, ‘cause you girl, girl, ‘cause you girl, girl.
[Chorus]
Throw a loc your pussy, girl, you knowin' that your nigga faded,
Can I hit that pussy way I wanna while this record playin'?
Put my tongue in different places, play a game of Operation.
Na-na-na, la-la, la-la, you get what I'm sayin',
No methaphors, nothing like that, I'm keepin' it straight,
To the point with you, Imma put this dick up all inside of you.
[Chorus]