i wanna taste you

Now im jus sittin here, watchin my, baby in her lingerie, Im kissin her, holdin her, listenin to 12 play, And im strokin her, hopin one, day she could be wifey. Thugged up from da flo up but hell dats how she like it, So politely, I asked her, why does she love da pastor? Did she love my convo or was it just my condo? She answered me, pronto, why don't you believe me? If you don't believe me then motha fucka leave me. I loved it, her answer; it killed me like a cancer. All I could do is smile; she knew it the whole while, I could see you wit my child, look me in my face boo, How can I replace you? Baby, I wanna taste you.
I wanna taste you, (Said I wanna taste you babah) 'cause you look so good to me. (Wohhwohh) (I wanna taste you baby) I wanna taste you, 'cause you look so good to me