Lay back, spread yo' legs
Spreads yo' thighs
Pray for you
Open yo' mind
And get 'em high
Get ready for the pressure
Head so fire can't knock me down
I ain't Keri Hilson, my walls don't lie
Hood bitch think she Kerrison and her hips don't lie
All dogs go to heaven, what's yours, what's mine
Hand full of ice, yeah takin' my time
Slow down 'fore yo' tongue get tired
Too much smoke in the air
I know yo' lungs gon' get tired
My heart got a icebox inside
My juice box got a juice box inside
Thug passion like Tupac inside
Why not make you feel like it's 200 times?
(Why not make you feel like it's 200 times?)
You have me a ticket, said it's yo' turn to ride
Are you big enough, I said let me see the size
I don't believe in dick print, show me how it really is
Just because she ain't thick don't mean she can not take dick
Get 'em high aye
Get 'em high
Burst it open on the side
Bend it over, hit it from the side
We been going all night
Challenge me baby
Put me to the test
Killing me softly but yo' weapons in my flesh

Killing me softly but yo' weapons in my flesh
I can feel it from my stomach to my chest
I can feel it, yeah, stomach to my chest
Take control of me, go deep
Bring it close to me
Legs around yo' neck like a rosary
I think he hate me, he keeps choking me
Told 'em shoot at the club, he got this pole in me
Got a different everyday of the week
Nobody ever told me about the birds and the bees
Get ready for the pressure
Head so fire can't knock me down
I ain't Keri Hilson, my walls don't lie
Hood bitch think she Kerrison and her hips don't lie
All dogs go to heaven, what's yours, what's mine
Hand full of ice, yeah taking my time
Slow down for yo' tongue get tired
Too much smoke in the air, I know yo' lungs gon' get tired