Prince of the Ghetto - Climax

Robbed from the nation Allah placed us
These are the words of God's forsaken
Voyage of the earth and stars like the Apollo 8
I can take away your pain but here is not the proper place
In route to our destination of congregation
Fore play came up in conversation
I'll play the thief that came to rob the place
With scarves tied around my face
I count the loot
You lick the tip like you robbed the waitress
I grip you tight
Kiss you light
In the area you ovulate
Release all the tension built up throughout the day
Get it hot make that skin radiate
I'm the microwave
Tie you up bring the whips out
Beat it like my slave
Bring the beast out
You unlocked the cage
Swear I got a doctorate
Way I operate
She can't hold her posture
Shaking
Gone off my love drug she done got sedated
Calling me names
Like I grew up in the house and raised her
Couple shots out her navel
Got her on the couch
The table
Our souls stay in tune
With the gray moon
Won't stop til she say to
Slow grinding by the waist
While she whine like a snake do
She understands that it takes two
Pace grew faster
Then I put the brakes to it
Speed it up
Slow it down
Til she breakthrough

Written by:
Dante Mitchell

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