[Chorus: Chris Brown, Dave East]
Can I make this a bit more sexual? (Can I?)
Let me do some things, I'm a professional (Uh, uh)
Can I take you to a time that you won't forget? (You won't)
Just let me show you, oh, yeah-yeah (I promise, uh)
You know what it is (You know)
Legs touchin' your hips (Uh)
Keep shakin' while we breakin' the bed (Break, break)
Girl, the pussy the truth, girl, I swear to God
I will never lie 'bout you (Nah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh (Look)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
That pussy the truth (Truth), ain't nothin' to lie about
She roll my blunt while we ridin' out (Roll up)
That shit get so wet, I might get to slidin' up
She got me low, I been hidin' out (Low)
If that was your lady, you'd probably go crazy
Right in the same moment you find it out (Crazy)
She climb on top of me and ride it out (Ride)
Got her man buggin' tryna find my house (Haha)
Man, you get what you asked for (Uh)
We goin' out the country, so please bring your passport (Please)
Next mornin', shawty text me her back soft
Face pretty, hair real and her ass soft
Saks Fifth, she be dressin' her ass off
Trip to Bahamas, the villa in Nassau
They see me with it, them niggas gon' back off
Quarantinin' but we fuck with our mask off (Ah)
I live like a prince, uh
Slidin', the window got tints in the back of the Bent'
Tryna count what I spent (Run it up)
Sober, she like to make love, but I hit from the back when I'm bent (Uh, uh)
Leg up like I'm Captain Morgan
I'll probably slide 'fore you see the mornin' (Leg up)
All the furniture, know we was on it (Uh)
She runnin' from it, she might need a warrant (Come here)
We gon' need a moment
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