Three

Don’t wanna brag 'bout what I do
Or all of the ways that I please you
Won’t tell my friends I put it down
I’m sure they’ll figure it out after a while
One bottle, four hands, two bodies and three orgasms
Two for you, one for me, it’s all I need
(One bottle, four hands, two bodies) Three orgasms
Numbers don’t lie (Three of 'em)
(One bottle, four hands) Two for you, one for me
Yeah, hope you’re impressed with all my efforts
Not a single part of you will be neglected
Applying the perfect amount of pressure
Most niggas got them lectures, whole lotta words
I don’t say shit, I just play the records and I study yo' curves
Study real hard, tryna make good grades
But it ain’t crazy that givin' you the D is the only way to make a straight A?
Wait for it, your body got a nigga screwed
You see the way I’m at your face? Got me showin' up at your place
I just hope that you think about me (when you masturbate)
I don’t got a bunch of rap for you, nah mean?
I don’t got a whole spill, whole lotta shit to talk about
I’m just sayin' try a nigga, come through, you know where I be at
Heh,
Got a bottle of whatever you want
The turn up is real, it’s love
You know what I do, turn the lights on