She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad. Im attracted to - TopicsExpress

She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad. Im attracted to her for her attractive ass. And now we murderers because we kill time. I knock her lights out and she still shine. I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave. But I keep her running back and forth like a soccer team. I like the way you walk and if you walking my way. Im that Red Bull, now lets fly away. Lets buy a place with all kind of space. I let you be the judge and Im the case. Im Gudda Gudda, I put her under. I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder. She dont even wonder cause she know she bad. And I got her nigga, grocery bag. Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess its my turn. Maybe its time to put this pussy on your sideburns. He say Im bad, he probably right. He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night. I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi. I race for your love, shake and bake Ricky Bobby. Im at the W but I cant meet you in the lobby. Girl, I gotta watch my back cause Im not just anybody. I seen em stand in line just to get beside her. I let her see the Aston and let the rest surprise her. Thats when we disappear you need GPS to find her. Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her. She like tanning, I like staying in. I like romancing, She like rolling with friends. She said Im caged in, I think her conscious is. She watching that Oxygen, Im watching ESPN. But when that show end, she all on my skin. Lotion, slow motion, roller coasting like back forth, hold it. She pose like its for posters and I poke like Im supposed to. Take this photo if you for me, she said, Dont you ever show this. She aint got a man but shes not alone. Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own. Hey gorgeous, I mean flawless, well, thats what you are. How I see it is how I call it. Look it how she walk, she know she bad. Do, do your thing, baby, I aint even mad. And I aint even fast, Ima stay a while. Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue. Baby, wanna spend it all on you. Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone. I can make your bedrock.