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 bassline, 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 o' 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 clothesline, you could say shorty's hung
Never caught-up, but you could say a nigga's 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 gettin' high (high)
Yeah, and now I got the munchies
'Bout to eat it
Call it dinnertime
Huh, yeah, okay
Pussy's 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 flotation
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 talkin' 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 lookin'-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–
Haha, my sex is poetic
Girl, let me get you mad pregnant
Composição: Robert "R. Kelly" Kelly, Samuel Hindes, Mikano Fayette, Firman Guion