Binance

Rubbin' (Choclair)

Uhh, yeah Now look in the mirror Tell me what you see Bomb diggy dogg baby We be rubbin' tonight (yo) We be lovin' tonight (right) Uhh, yeah Ha ha I remember seeing you in spaghetti straps Nappack held up by you ass back When I seen it, I was like DAMN! Girl do you have man Body look like it was wrapped in seran Hear me Told me alone, I was kind of surprise Really Out late night, spending mad cash chillin' See the walk you were walking, open my eyes And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs But they ain't nothing wrong 'Cause we both grown Hitting in the morning until we strong grown And we strong moan and waking up the block And getting all confused, not showing from your boyfriend Don't dwell on these minor details Let's cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails We could rock on, and cruise home Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong Shit's on, oh girl You fronting like I ain't 'bout to knock it I got a rocket in my pocket Two tickets to your ecstacy And one for this chick standing next to me If she with it, I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) Baby you is wit it (is you wit it, wit it) I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) I'mma hit it See I was peeping your style You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand (ha ha) Now baby to all these people, notice who you are So they ready try to score Pulling out their bill folds, buy a red rose to give you I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes I see your eyes moving in stealth mode But then you realize, oh shit it's Choc on the side See moving to my side, and when she walks she glides Body looking strong like Cadillac designs She moves close, her finger running up my elbow And then invites me to her humble abode Check it, uhh Now before I get in it, first she walks around naked Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested She's hefty breasted, movements fuel injected She says she's rough at first, but when I start to groan I be closing every night and taking it straight to the dome So we could rule the world or you could stay at home But tonight she be ready to bone, it's on Oh boy You fronting like I ain't 'bout to knock it I got a rocket in my pocket Two tickets to your ecstacy And one for this chick standing next to me If she with it, I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) Baby you is wit it (is you wit it, wit it) I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) I'mma hit it See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty Who like their sex messy and ready to go And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on) And not afraid to peel of they thong And not afraid to take it straight to the dome And for my dogs that make laws and cruise off shore With five in the pocket, or drop shitty causes For when it comes to strokes, spring break miss capone Take no crumb cake to clear out the bars Watch yourself girl when you're playing it close 'Cause you'll get the strokes and then get ghost It's on You fronting like I ain't 'bout to knock it I got a rocket in my pocket Two tickets to your ecstacy And one for this chick standing next to me If she with it, I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) Baby you is wit it (is you wit it, wit it) I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) I'mma hit it (2x)