Come Correct

You send me dirty messages,
Whispering to me your dirty thoughts.
You say you can make me scream,
I simply smirk and reply.... Not.
You see I have a wild imagination,
You're gonna have to do better than that.
Simply stroking with a lazy rhythm,
Yea that's not enough for me.
Kissing, sucking, licking,
Yea these are all required.
And let's not forget that stroke of yours, it better turn to a dominant thrust.
Cuz the way these hips are set up,
That dainty pretty boy shit just ain't gon work.
And if that's the best you can muster,
Then I'd get more pleasure in drinking my daily Dr. Pepper.
And don't for second think,
That I can't hold my own.
I'd have you weak in the knees thinking about just ONE of the ways I made yo toes curl.
Between my wetness and my tongue,
I'd have you begging for more.
And when we're done, the only thing you'll be able to do is lay there,
Letting the feel of my tongue linger while your fingers trace my voluptuous curves.
Hopefully this will encourage you to come prepared,
Cuz if you can't match my flow,
Oh Nigga you gotsta go.

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