I only keep two types of men in my life
Men that are friends, that I'll eventually f*ck
Or f*ck friends, that I'll probably ending up being friends with
Jump, jump on the dick
Suck my tits and rub on my clit
Show a bitch why she love a thug
A rough nigga that f*ck me up
Digging in that pussy like he just got outta county
The bushy so damn juicy his tip is drowning
In the round, brown gushy, I love the pounding
He hit it from the back, I'm bouncing back
Oh the sound I make
I heart boyz
Black, white, red, brown, charcoal
Niggas see a thick bitch, and they hard for her
When I see the thick grip, I hop forward
He bust through the door, bent me backwards
Touching parts of my body that never been explored
Words slurred, toes curled, that nigga struck a nerve
They banging next door, I'm screaming out safe words
This fit, thick boned
We got the bed rocking to a beat, reggaeton
I speak different tongues when he eat, Rosetta Stone
He said my couch pulls out, but bitch I don't
I bet you wanna f*ck me cause I got the juicy booty
If you hit it from the back, I'll bounce it back when you do me
I'll ride that dick so hard, you'll get a little woozy
It was fun while it last, in my ass, keep it moving
I heart boyz
I heart boyz
I heart boyz
I heart boyz (Black, white, red, brown, charcoal)
I ditched my bitches
Cause I got a sickness
That good dick'll make you religious
Screaming oh my God like ya in an exorcism
Oh yes he did it
So hard, I can feel it in my kidneys
Don't call, come thru and f*ck with me
My clothes off, and I'm ready to get busy
Your nigga put them racks on me
His stacks, got me hooked bad, on a tender roni
Jonesing, for the good wood, when I get so lonely
Homie, dick hood good, and I need the boning
Blow me
One last kiss, you owe me
Cause the bitch never boring
And I let you wear it out like your first pair of Jordan's
I bet you wanna f*ck me cause I got the juicy booty
If you hit it from the back, I'll bounce it back when you do me
I'll ride that dick so hard, you'll get a little woozy
It was fun while it last, in my ass, keep it moving
I heart boyz
I heart boyz
I heart boyz
I heart boyz (Black, white, red, brown, charcoal)
Ballers drop dollars, to get me prone
I flip that wrist bone, thank him to the early morn'
Cause he gotta get gone, 'fore my trash man come
I'm known, to shuffle more niggas through my zone, than a group home
Cause I heart boyz
So I don't need toys
And I do make noise
When I get, get, get it down, get it down on all fours
So he wanna bun up, to the sun up
I just want ya to run up, to I jump up
Hop on, hop off like a tour bus
No fuss, no fluff, just give the f*cking bucks up
He used up, I can tell
I just loosened up, but oh well
I remove the f*ck, Roger Goodell
With players in every state like the NFL