Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Ford
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Ford
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yes I want him chocolate
I want hair on his chest yes
Bout his business collared shirt
And beard down his neck
Open doors set up dates text me get dressed
What's next
Trauma healed and sex appeal that makes me confess
Big poppa me roll broccoli ahhh bust poppyseeds
Ball on me and when you need real love call on me
Blow my mind fuck whine and dine
Don't waste my time
Cryin Pull it over sex me with speed and pay yo fines
Take time to teach me the street code
Meet the plug I'll hold the strap he keeps those
More than lust stay for the fuss I'm who you trust
I'm
Who gives all might be too much
No remedies I'm what you need that x3
Pay me in honesty don't let nobody come for me
But see you you can cum for me
While Im riding you under me I be bouncing
And sliding I got you
Grinding and gripping cheeks
Do it baby stick it baby pop it for me
It's the extra melanin the chocolate for me
He ain't talking bricks but said the rock is for me
We ain't talking missy baby sock it to me
I'm in yo city
Pull up come and get it
Freaky deaky Been it if you with it then I'm with it
I'm in you city
Pull up come and get it
I'm in yo city
Pull up come and get it
Yes I want him country I want locs in his hair
Smile that lights the room
And there's no bulb to compare
King body type that'll fuck up his team bout me
Spin the block bust out the window and leave bodies
More than 33s I want pops in his knees
But Just cause he of age that don't mean he can lead
Queen of the leader make him feel good
Hold the 2liters
Excellent pleaser With the sweet love I'm no Anita
Got his broken by the last bitch He didn't beat her
Packed up his shit decided that he just rather leave her
I'm coming through with confirmation
No you didn't need her
Come link with me
Cause it's like relax and kick ya feet up
Higher vibrations talk bout escaping falling nations
Each day vacations no more labor no more rat races
Skinny bitch takin it you in deep ain't no mistaking it
Problems get plated when he go off and put his face in it
Do it baby stick it baby pop it for me
It's the extra melanin the chocolate for me
He ain't talking bricks but said the rock is for me
We ain't talking missy baby sock it to me
I'm in yo city
Pull up come and get it
Freaky deaky Been it if you with it then I'm with it
I'm in you city
Pull up come and get it
I'm in yo city
Pull up come and get it
Sat down & taught me the street code
Never leave the house unprotected he keeping those
Respect where I'm headed
He look at me he like go get it
Shawty gone make it
Won't do no stressin or no beggin
Thug under Cupid if it's bout me he turn big stupid
Thug under Cupid if it's bout me he turn big stupid
Prioritized me turned his phone off and computers
Yes he pursuing it ain't no other bitch can ruin it
Can't fit his shoes and shit
He's no Nike he just doin it
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