Take Ya Tights Off - Problem

What’s up tryna fuck me?

Yeah, I’m tryna fuck you

What’s up tryna lick me?

Hell yeah, I’m tryna lick you

Fuck it, take ya tights off

Fuck it, take ya tights off

Fuck it, take ya tights off

Watch you do drop to my knees and just do you

Like you need to be done

Make that burst

I ain’t tripping, I ain’t tripping

Girl, I’ll go first

Go real slow, go little slower, go little slower

You can tell I’m older

Shit, My shit a little different from these young ass niggas

So easy to take bitches from these dumb ass niggas, yeah

I ain’t into no begging

Got you giving head while you pulling off ya leggings

Girl let me ask you

What’s up tryna fuck me?

Yeah, I’m tryna fuck you

What’s up tryna lick me?

Hell yeah, I’m tryna lick you

Fuck it, take ya tights off

Fuck it, take ya tights off

Fuck it, take ya tights off

Ain’t no need to have the lights on, yeah

Grab on your waist, tongue on your clit

Looking dead in ya face

And don’t get mad when I pull on your long weave

Cause you know I got the bread to send you to Pualine’s

In the morning, for the Indian

Tell your man you ain;t coming back like Vivian

Pussy’s my house, hell yeah I’m gonna be living in it Heard my dick bomb

World travel like it ain’t dripping

Nipple nibblin, cheek gripping, dick shifting, ass licking

Like whaaaaa?

To show ??

tip swollen, mouth golden its for show you gone nut

Less a nigga just pop that thang

Its bout to go down

Look at me, you wanna judge me Go and throw the book at me Cause its aboout to be a motherfucking murder out here

You would think a nigga winning

Its smelling burn in here, the way I.

Yeah let you off, bend you over

Then give it, give it till you sore

Singing, you about to go to hell now

Watch me get it back up like it fell down