The Allure

She wanna whip in the foreign
She wanna drip in Dior
She wanna trip
Take a flight out to Paris
She told me buy out the store
She wanna drip in Dior
She wanna fit
All couture
She cost a grip
Took flight out to Paris
I said we’ll be back by the morn
She want me to buy out the bar
And maybe go buy a new car
I’m Gripping them hips
She licking my lips
I play with the clit like guitar
She say I’m the man
I’m that bul
But that shit was cap
That Shit bull
It had a grip When I put in the tip
Swear that pussy was different before
She wanna talk
Get know me
But I’m trying score
Like Kobe
Heard the kitty kat fat
Let Nigga tap tap
Might lick it if it’s bald
Like moby
Its never been simple
But my life’s a breeze
If it’s right tempo
She open like keys
I’m good in my hood
I can get what you need
She called my dick Ripley
She could not believe
The girl super sleaze
Down her knees
Put the pussy on my mustache
I could not breathe
Open wide
I’m a bust that
Upgrade you from a bus pass
A crime to be that fine
You a dime
You a must have
She wanna drip in couture
She wanna thug like Shakur
So I had to be the bul
She In love with the allure
She wanna drip in Dior
She never good
She need more
So I had to be the bul
She in love with the allure