Poetic Sex

(专辑： The Buffet - 2015)

Yeah, my sex is poetic
I'm about to get you mad pregnant
Ha, yeah

The first R&B poem
My mic be the knife
I'ma take a stab at it, okay
Allow me to paint the picture, your mind being the canvas
I take you spiritually high, your plane ain't never landing
No navigation locating that spot
When I hit that you yell out "God, that's the G spot"
Sex
That'll bring you close to tears
When I spit it, it's like I popped a molly in your ear
You feel it between your thighs, your heartbeat starts to rise
Your pupils is dilating, you believe you can fly, man
Niggas can't fuck me, world in my hands
These niggas can't even hold palm in their hands
Pull up in that bass line, snatch you up with these hits
Tie you up with my lyrics, now you're abducted by this shit, uh

Oh baby (baby)
Come and feed me baby (feed me baby)
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
I just can't get enough of your buffet
And I'm so hungry
Baby feed me
All I can eat baby, I

I know, a lot of things on your mind, let me carry them
Get you so wet, welcome to the aquarium
Murdering every bar, shit, I'm a barbarian
Who is he? How dare they make a comparison
Up and down, up and down on my elevator
See I'm the type of nigga that'll elevate ya
Just let that soak in
And I ain't gon' bathe off in that shit, I'ma soak in
It's poker, and I'm going all in
I got you so open all I gotta do is fall in, ooh
And I turned your man to Aaron Hall
My lyrics got a big dick and I just fucked the shit out of y'all
Poetic

Oh baby (baby)
Come and feed me baby (feed me babe)
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
I just can't get enough of your buffet
And I'm so hungry (I'm so hungry)
Baby feed me
All I can eat baby, I (yeah)

Sinner in the shop once I touch her with this taser tongue
Shirt on the clothes line you could say shawty hung
Never caught up but you could say a nigga sprung
Put that up to my ear 'cause I like to hear where you're coming from
Hop up in my rocket ship
We gon' tell them haters bye (bye, bye, bye) yeah
And I represent my sex like I represent my city Chi (Chi, Chi, Chi, Chi)
Yeah, smoking on my melody, yeah you could say we getting high (high)
Yeah, and now I got the munchies 'bout to eat it, call it dinner time
Huh, yeah, okay
Pussy my address, just being honest
And they say home is where the heart is
I'm just metaphorically speaking
Like a ceiling with a hole, I'ma have you leaking
And I, promise you gon' love it
Girl my sex rich, them niggas is on a budget
I make it talk, need no translation
I'm swimming in it, need no floatation
Lock me up in it, need no probation
My girl, no temptations
I can make you sweat huh, I turn up the Fahrenheit
Drink from any fountain black or white, shit that's equal rights
I ain't talking hands when I tell your ass to make it clap
Ten out of ten times you came shit that's stating facts
And I love the things you do with your lips when you looking back
Put that pussy right up on my head, that's a fitted cap, uh

Oh baby (oh baby)
Come and feed me baby (come on and feed me baby)
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
I just can't get enough of your buffet
And I'm so hungry (hungry)
Baby feed me
All I can eat baby, I

Ha-ha, my sex is poetic
Girl let me get you mad pregnant