Mr Right
I can see that you been feenin’, nipples rock hard with excitement
You liking it, saying come inside it’s safe
In yo mind I’m like lightning, conducting; the sweat gleam and yo breast heave
Go and find your pace
Imma grind you waist
Every thrust yo love pumps, yo g-spot need another hiding place
Cause I find it with ease
You claim you deserve much better yet you here, girl yo mind is diseased
Or maybe I’m the cure, you been riding with thieves, who blinded by greed
Good pussy have a nigga lying and cheating
Die for a piece; can’t count all of the muthafuckas lined up to see
Or maybe you just tired and you tryna appease
The wound still open and you still hoping that you get chosen
These dudes lead you on, when they hit it and they gone then you cry in the sheets
I seen plenty ho’s plenty times in the street, but you and them can’t be compared
Every single man you done ran into ain’t been upstairs, don’t say ya heart can’t be repaired
The deeper I go into ya, I can smell a faint bit of fear
You scared of a painless affair
The next time that we lock thighs, watch my eyes disintegrate all of the shame in the air

Hook( x4)
Baby I got what you need right here
Baby I got what you need right here


Verse II

Hey ma, we can dipset somewhere you got immunity, and we can lose these creeps
And fake pimps who ain’t never had a choosing fee?
This shits confusing me
So I can only imagine the shit you go through on a daily, niggas talking crazy
Never come correct
Claim they bussin checks but they suspect
I put in work like a roughneck, roll yo hips on these Rough Riders
Get this bomb, no Funk Flex
How you shaped, i don’t think ya mom would be upset
But if I’m outta line and these Words is a crime, then I confess
I can do the time, knowing every month I wait, would you upgrade?
Do you trust fate?
Would you trust fall on ya face if I promised you that Heaven awaits?
Or are you cool settling with lames?
You harm ya self with the hesitant face
Certain you know ya worth
Certainly ya worth to me is Universe
So if I made ya hips dip, would you like that?
Rode yo clit to the moon, Would you ride back?
Monologues on your walls, would you write back?
Lock you down, program you, would you KITE back?
Chopper style, ooh you wil, girl who showed you that?
That ass far from juvenile I should’ve known ya’d clap
These niggas in that young nation wanna know ya stats, I just wanna see you put upon ya path