DFS (Dance Floor Sex)

Saturday night gonna
Set the city alight
Babe and I craving those
Late night club lights.
Step one cheap date
Burgers and shakes

Baby girl lookin' like a
Damn living Angel
Wrapped in a crop top
That'll make ya jaw drop
Brand name jeans make
Her ass look somethin' mean
First glance she seems
All class pretty an' innocent

But don't get me wrong
When that clock hits eleven
My girl will send ya to heaven
Yeah she likes gettin' wild
'Bouta do somethin' risky
I can tell she's feelin' frisky
Hope the bouncer don't mind
If I bounce her from behind

Bumpin' and grindin'
Baby dirty dancing
Putting on a public show
Nice and slow she makes
All the cocks grow stiff
In time with the bass riff
Middle of the dance floor
Baby actin' like a whore

Don't need a dark-lit hall
Don't need a bathroom stall
She loves it when she's the
Center of everyone's attention
Cravin' the feelin' of them
Witnessing her fully displayed
Nah she ain't tryna get paid

Cuz ya know she's at her
Naughtiest with an audience.
Fuck a Pay-per-view
Ain't no line to queue in
Just buy a round or two
And watch us get it in
Rip her shirt, drop her skirt
Suck her titty, taste her kitty

Music stops bumping
Humping her rump
'Bouta start pumping
Got her screaming
Pussy drippin' cream
Starting to cause a scene
Guess we're the origin
Of the club's oregy story

Everyone wanna get some
Everyone tryna cum
On the floor,
Benches and bar
"Can I bend you over?"
Oh, can you take my order
"Does my girl wanna lap dance?"
Oh, can she put on pants...Nope