Lips

We can be just like a sandwich, like ham on rye

We eye to eye, we thigh to thigh, girl when I'm inside

I'm trying to work it and jerk it girl with all my might

And you know you're my favorite 'cause you keep it tight

Legs over my shoulder, hands in my hair

If you pull to tight 'cause Dre Dog don't care

Sweat from my neck is dripping on your cheast

And your sucking on my fingers as I try my best

To keep them lips up until they swell

As long as I be in you they should know me well

I'm about to get some honey so we can get sticky

Prince is in the tape deck the song is "Darling Nicky"

I watch you as you moan and groan

Taking every inch of the new Jim Jones

Your eyes start to water, you bite your lips on your pretty face

You say "Dre Dog Stop!" but I don't stop the pace

I try to make it last, go ahead and grab my ass

You tell me dig deep, I try to do it fast

I'm trying to beat it up, baby in a good way

You're trying to keep up, you say you know Dre

Then she get on top and I grip you by the hips

And I can hear you say, "I'm cumming" these are your lips

Ooo you taste so sweet