Poetic Bullshit (Poetic Justice Freestyle) Bryson Tiller

[Intro]
Just give me a minute
Man I swear that imma hit it
Said if she a bad bitch
Gotta catch her eye, Dance so fine
Thick ass, thick thighs
Drop a niggas pipe down right now
Lets get in this room
I’m talking about me and you
Ha!

[Verse 1]
I never thought I’d taste it
But goddamn thats sweeter than a pastry uh
Lookin at me like chase this
Leading me down to your basement uh
Dodge niggas like matrix
I’m laid up with you in the bed naked
Singing go ‘head and bust it go ‘head and bust it
If I told you I was thinking about four and plus one
Would you wanna discuss it?
Im talking about, jeans on, man a three some
Whatever kinda mood you in
Im exploring your grove bouta swim to the surface
And dive back in
Get you wetter again and again
I really wanna stroke it off
I really wanna go in raw, Fuck that
Love it how you wear my chain
Ride me while your head just swangin'
You just picture perfect
And I wanna beat little out that frame
I murk that
She wanna go get started, she wanna go get started
She gets impatient we gone and get naughty
Well goddamn she don’t see no shaman
I’d been contemplating how to break you off
Until I get that stand with you one night
Till then I’m just standing still
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