Ribs

You want me to be your lady, You want me to be your woman, but you can't pick me up like a simple daisy, I don't feel your pulsing

I wanna man who can put me in that commotion, doesn't even need motion of the ocean

But still has the knowing how to keep it going without flowing lotion

Pussy to your lips, drink it like a potion, fully on to it, riding it like rodin

But only if you give what you got to and what I'm hoping, I'm coming out here but on the way i'm smoking doja,

Baby, love ain't a kitten thing, or serious, it's all about the coca, quit it with that shit king cobra persona,

Lead a double life, one player, one joker, talking about it like it's roller coaster,

but it feels too mediocre when I'm sober, I got contacts that fact check if that dick was really all that,

Bust out the compacts, cause you know real players need no contracts, contrasts my ass in my pants with your hands getting a firm grasp

Selfie of eating the box, prove to your friends you really smashed, pussy on a pedestal, but you know I'm flexible

The options are plentiful each one unforgettable, love it when you grab on my hips

Your thumbs pressing all up on my ribs, but I need some proof that this ship fits

Shape up If you wanna touch these tits, got the High Priestess card in my tarots

Count my bankrolls in satin bathrobes, but don't scope me using your horoscope

That's a horrid cope, try a different angle like periscope

Don't be the latest dope to miss out on the throat goat, Lexxy Lex, the whole game swallowed