Key in yo ignition let me start it up
Yo body is the canvas
You a work of art Lil baby
Now let me give that artist touch
We do it like we partners
Body is a temple
And I'm all up in yo garden
Steady talking to yo flower
Like the gardener
Know I got [Fm7]that good cause
Shawty steady pulling out her visa Like a foreigner
That's because she feeling fortunate
I ain't come to [C7]play no games
Right now
Knowledge for [Dm7]knowledge
Swap the brain ɾight now
I go off in that pussy
Let me talk to [C7]that pussy
Got me speaking in tongues
Like la, la, la, la
Swimming in yo deep sea
Looking for [Dm7]the tɾeasure key
She wanna hear pretty Ricky
While I'm pleasuring the p
Her ex man blue
She make it known I go beast mode
But I'm from the go like [F]G Herbo
And I'm a humble beast
Give her back shots, chiropractor
Pulling on [C7]her hair
Her eyes ɾoll backwards
She be [Am]going down
And be [Am]have a nigga smiling
Cheesing on [C7]the head
Like a Green Bay packer
Hell yeah comfortable up in it
Real cozy
You a good girl
But a bad girl low-key
Ain't no baby boy around this bitch Like jody
I bet the neighbors know my [A]name And they ain't nosey, Huh
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it, ay
Got the water dripping
Like the faucet, yeah
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it, yeah yeah
Boston [C7]market, yeah
Poetic ɾose, sensations unraveling She letting go
Passion [C7]overwhelm she finna explode
You'll hear that bomb go off when You see the curled toes
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, Oooh)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah
She got [Fm7]that splash, squirt, squirtle
She like [F]it slow but don't move like [F]a turtle
Don't ɾun like [F]tɾack stars when I Jump like [F]a hurdle
Shawty that ass is up on
Bernice burgos
Desire and [Bm]fire, fire and [Bm]desire
Our destiny's gripped
I held on [C7]to [C7]the pliers
Devoted on [C7]making yo temperature Rise
As yo legs keep going up
Higher and [Bm]higher
I'm into [C7]you, I pull up on [C7]you
I gas you [A7up when I feel up on [C7]you
Exercising our stɾess
I ɾelease when you [A7workout
Up and [Bm]down she go
Like pull ups, ooh
Like a müsse let me touch up on [C7]you
I know you [A7gotta thing
For them [A]booty ɾubs
No jodeci, I got [Fm7]you [A7feenin'
Like you [A7using drugs
We started from the internet
Lets make computer love
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it, ay
Got the water dripping
Like the faucet, yeah
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it, yeah yeah
Boston [C7]market, yeah
Poetic ɾose, sensations unraveling She letting go
Passion [C7]overwhelm she finna explode
You'll hear that bomb go off when You see the curled toes
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah (Whoa, Oooh)
Poetic sex yeah, poetic sex yeah
