J-Moneyy - Poetic Sex
Key in yo ignition let me start it upYo body is the canvas
You a work of art Lil baby
Now let me give that artist touch
We do it like we partners
Body is a temple
And I'm all up in yo garden
Steady talking to yo flower
Like the gardener
Know I got that good cause
Shawty steady pulling out her visa Like a foreigner
That's because she feeling fortunate
I ain't come to play no games
Right now
Knowledge for knowledge
Swap the brain right now
I go off in that pussy
Let me talk to that pussy
Got me speaking in tongues
Like la, la, la, la
Swimming in yo deep sea
Looking for the treasure key
She wanna hear pretty Ricky
While I'm pleasuring the p
Her ex man blue
She make it known I go beast mode
But I'm from the go like G Herbo
And I'm a humble beast
Give her back shots, chiropractor
Pulling on her hair
Her eyes roll backwards
She be going down
And be have a nigga smiling
Cheesing on the head
Like a Green Bay packer
Hell yeah comfortable up in it
Real cozy
You a good girl
But a bad girl low-key
Ain't no baby boy around this bitch Like jody
I bet the neighbors know my name And they ain't nosey, Huh
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it, ay
Got the water dripping
Like the faucet, yeah
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it, yeah yeah
Boston market, yeah
Poetic rose, sensations unraveling She letting go
Passion overwhelm she finna explode
You'll hear that bomb go off when You see the curled toes
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, Oooh)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah
She got that splash, squirt, squirtle
She like it slow but don't move like a turtle
Don't run like track stars when I Jump like a hurdle
Shawty that ass is up on
Bernice burgos
Desire and fire, fire and desire
Our destiny's gripped
I held on to the pliers
Devoted on making yo temperature Rise
As yo legs keep going up
Higher and higher
I'm into you, I pull up on you
I gas you up when I feel up on you
Exercising our stress
I release when you workout
Up and down she go
Like pull ups, ooh
Like a müsse let me touch up on you
I know you gotta thing
For them booty rubs
No jodeci, I got you feenin'
Like you using drugs
We started from the internet
Lets make computer love
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it, ay
Got the water dripping
Like the faucet, yeah
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it, yeah yeah
Boston market, yeah
Poetic rose, sensations unraveling She letting go
Passion overwhelm she finna explode
You'll hear that bomb go off when You see the curled toes
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, Oooh)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah
Written by:
Jaylen Ordonez
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