Lyrics
(Dream) I need a nigga with a big ol' dick, fuck that pussy, make it drip
I need a nigga with a big account, large amounts, spend that shit
I need a nigga with an attitude, radical, extended clip
I need a nigga that can buy me things, diamond rings, expensive shit, it's lit
You gotta lick me to stick me, don't want no quickie
Wanna give my clit a hickey? No joke, no little dickie
I'm picky this ain't no Rickey's, Savage Fenty they fit me
But still, it's ass and titties bussing out it 'cause I got plenty
Fuckin' in a private jet, public place, rocket ship like we outer space
Damn, it's tight, ain't a lotta space, on the low though, without a trace
Take your time, babe, it's not a race
Slurp it up good without no waste
Pretty thick bitch without no waist
Ride the beat like I ride yo' face
You wanna, li-li-li-lick me from my head to my toes
And you wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the floor
And you wanna, "Ahh ahh," I make it so good you don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
You wanna, li-li-li-lick me from my head to my toes
And you wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the floor
Then you wanna, "Ahh ahh," I make it so good you don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
(Ay, look) I need a nigga that sleep in it, drill it out go deep in it, make the water line leak in it
A nigga that's fiesty, beat it up, Ray Rice me, then lick it like an ice cream
I got that boomerang, Eddie Murphy
I be throwing backshots 'til it hurt me
Going up and down on the dick like a burpee
When a nigga bust I'ma suck it like a slurpee
Need a nigga to move in (stay with the pussy)
Put two fingers in (play with the pussy)
Rich nigga dick so he pay for the pussy
Nigga speak to it, say "hey" to the pussy
Can't nan other bitch out here fuck with her
Friday the 13th, pussy a killer
Ass too fat with a rack to match, I need a rich ass nigga suck pussy from the back
Lick, lick, lick, lick me then a nigga gotta ti-ti-tip me
Give it to me rough, I don't do shit gently
Backshots in the back of the Bentley (uh)
You don't want none of this, it's crack
Gave him one hit, now it's a wrap
Full of flavor, but it's low fat
Eat the box like I ate this track (Kash)
You wanna, li-li-li-lick me from your head to your toes
And you wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the floor
And you wanna, "Ahh ahh," I make it so good you don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
You wanna, li-li-li-lick me from your head to your toes
And you wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the floor
And you wanna, "Ahh ahh," I make it so good you don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?