I usually don’t mess around with my friends, so I don’t know if it’s the lotions…
That make u smell so edible, or maybe its ur coke bottle shape that makes me lose focus…
That makes me wanna shut the door behind u, and start playing some marsha ambrosius..
Then lay u on the bed so we can spread around all these sexual emotions…
I know u can feel the magnetic tension when we are all alone chillin…
I know u see me staring at ya azz when u walk pass thinking about how bad I wanna feel it…
And u know u wrong for that dress u put on before we hit the club, asking me how u look…
By the smirk on my face im sure u already knew ma, my mind is like an open book…
Waiting for u to read between the lines, and I hope you’re not waiting for me to make the first move…
U know how I am with pride, I see u have choices so when it comes to me its only right that u choose…
And if u do, we can still be the best of friends so then, how could u lose?...
Never mind what they say, im here to stay baby we can make our own rules…
.. while u playing, real talk, if u come in this bedroom, clothes gettin tossed…
Lights shuttin off, toes gettin licked, breasts gettin kissed, lines will b crossed…
Your choice baby…