jam
It was cool
And he'd get back on the phone, and say Bernadette I got somethin' I want you to hear
And what you do players, is you get the phone and you hold it up to the speakers
And you let Luther do your talkin' for you and Luther break it down like
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
She want to hear track six, she told me that's her jam
Baby girl, said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me they both jam
I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't jam
I'm all in between, that's all that she needs
Her body rockin', nobody stoppin', this song is probably on jam
Lickin' on you like
Tattoos showin' out the shower in the mirror
Go to clickin' on the lights
And this ain't what you like, jam
I can lay you on your back then I hit you with some pound game
Pin you down so you can't run, in and out game
Hit you from the back, probably get you with the mouth game
Ain't nobody business, this is our thing, jam
Spit all in between both cheeks, now I spread 'em
Bet the neighbors know my name when you keep sayin' Kevin
Hands behind, I'ma stand behind you
Pullin' on your hair, lot of ass behind you, jam
Got me sayin', "Ooh keep goin' with your moves"
Cameras by the bed, god damn this a movie
Stuffin' you with dick while my finger in your booty
Hit you with the Ruger, the bitch don't jam
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
She want to hear track six, she told me that's her jam
Baby girl, said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me they both jam
I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't jam
I'm all in between, that's all that she needs
Her body rockin', nobody stoppin', this song is probably on jam
Bad, but I won't push it
Never break fly but she won't quit lookin'
Look at her dress, look at her thighs
No draws underneath, with the slits in the side
Squintin' my eyes, locked in with the notion
If she squint back, bet I'm approachin'
Playin' my song, slow dancin' to Strokin'
Track number seven, told me it was her jam
Do you leave your keys with your friend? Oh you roll with your friends?
Start the car and I get in, we rollin', lit the leaf, hit the green, we smokin'
Slow motion coupe just floatin'
Kissin' on her finger with my hand on her breast
Tongue doin' circles round the ring of her nipple
Would you mind on repeat but she might be trippin'
Really, not really, sayin' it was her jam
Hit her up late night, come through
She text back OMW
I'ma show her what this pipe game do
I'ma hit it till the sky turn blue
And I'ma jam on it, jam on it
Jam on it, jam on it
I'ma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it
I'ma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it
And I've got her ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
She want to hear track six, she told me that's her jam
Baby girl, said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me they both jam
I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't j-j-jam
I'm all in between, that's all that she needs
Her body rockin', nobody stoppin', this song is probably on jam