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Akeem Ali
Vocals
C Gutta Beatz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Ali
Songwriter
Darwin Quinn
Songwriter
Kitwan Adisa McCoy
Songwriter
Luke Sampson Crowder
Songwriter
Lyrics
Black velvet
Well, Goddamn, baby, why was you rushin' me?
I just told you I was over there talkin' to Fred, shit
I'm sorry, Daddy, but you know, we've been out here all day, and my feet hurt
And we still gotta be out here all night
Oh, no, baby, you always in a fuckin' hurry
You need to learn how to slow down
You let me handle the business, baby
You start to think you're smoother than me
You think you're smoother than me?
No, Daddy, I don't think I'm smoother than you
I didn't think so, I didn't motherfuckin' think so
Yeah, you ever felt velvet on a pimp with a smooth aura
My mood sorta chlorine, baby, I'm cleaner than pool water
No strings attached, my groove cordless
I'm still sick with this shit, I'm food poisonin'
And managed to put the mac on ol' dude daughter
You ever met a **** who was slicker than Vaseline on a bowlin' ball?
A **** who don't say much, but he know it all
That's me, baby
I wouldn't buy a hoe a Jolly Rancher
My kinda standards, they far exceed them bitches who be fine
Like some parking fees
She drive her face up to my dick, and park her knees on the carpet
Until my cardiac get goosebumps
'Cause the way she give fellatio, my heart'll freeze
This bitch just stopped my major arteries, garglin'
Tryin' to send me to the dearly departed, please
You cold but
You ain't never seen a **** smoother than warm butter on light bread
And have a bitch workin' the night shift till she light-headed
I'm the certified womb groomer
My dick could send a bitch to the tomb
Sooner than the night time could have the moon bloomin'
I'm a bad man
And time is soon to tell
I don't take no ho out to Bloomingdales
And I don't move for much, but vagina is something that I zoom to sale
I tell 'em it's buy and sell to the clientele that they bringin' in
And they breaking dividends
So when you clean yo' coochie, groom it well
And try your best trick a **** outta every penny in his bank account
Take a stab at it, baby girl, shank it out
Listen y'ain't met a **** who could tell mashed potatoes, it's all gravy
An infant wit leukemia
We ball, baby
You enter into this pimpin', you in good hands
Until we all stating the insured fact that you have it all, lady
This shit ain't what you call basic like
Military boot camp, I'm twice the man yo' last **** was
I'ma mail two times, so, I need two stamps
Fuck on his wife till that pussy got a few cramps
And I know I said I love it wet, but this shit too damp
Damn, baby (Damn, baby)
My bitches got the nicest pussy
You want a slice, then you pay the price
'Cause pussy ain't that easy to come by when it's good and wet
You should invest
And if you don't believe, just ask me shit I could attest
That pussy put me straight to sleep
But I couldn't rest, 'cause I needed mo'
But I don't need the ho, I unbutton her pussy
And keep it with me so they don't get no ideas when I'm not around
You sneaky bitches
They start thinkin' they slick as me
And bitch, you could be on a slip and slide with cookin' oil
But you still wouldn't get this pimpin', see
This shit is upper echelon, I transform bitches into a deceptacon
Now she Megatron when I hit her with this all spark
Until we all start to see that this shit immaculate baby
Baby
Baby
Can you dig what I'm sayin', baby?
(I can dig it, Daddy)
Nah, baby, I mean can you really fuckin' dig it?
(I can dig it, Daddy)
Alright, 'cause when I'm out politickin'
I don't need you doin' a lot of trippin'
(I love it when you take charge, Daddy, I'm sorry I rushed you)
Lay back for me, baby, let's crank this motherfucker up
And get on outta here
(Okay, Daddy)
Yeah, let's ride, baby, real smooth, aye turn that shit up for me, baby
I like this station, turn dat, turn dat shit up
Let's ride, baby
Written by: Akeem Ali, C Gutta Beatz