Brass

Don't get it twisted
I'm just saying girl, sorry


I don't wanna be loving her
(I'm just saying)
I don't wanna be in love with her
(I'm just saying)
I don't wanna be in love with her
(I'm just saying)
I just wanna be in it


The game is not chess, get aggressive, but be a nice player
I'm one of the best, but the worst inside your nightmare
Your bitch be like "Oh yes, just hit it right there"
and next, your sister gets undressed, I'm like "yeah" huh
So I'm talking about fucking around
There ain't no cutting down
Addicted to bitches, gotta bust it out
Not a stick up artist, just a pick up artist
Add a bit of liquor, when it kicks in, I'm so sick and retarded
Don't get me wrong, it's not I'm not attracted to you
I like u in a thong, but when it's off, I have to do you
When you get me to rise, I keep growing, to blast it through you
Keep riding, keep going, knowing I'm only practice to you
In the end though, it's empty with no love potion
No emotion whatsoever, so much fish in the ocean
So we boasting like casanovas, with a hoe the game's over
So in the morning she's blowing, but I'd be sober and I don't know her


So he's a pick up artist you know that?
So is he into you? (You hope so don't you)
Or is he just inside of you? (Blow slow like a porno or something)


So how does it feel, you've got a friend on your side
just to chill, but still, let us divide
the line, it's just sexual drive
Never a bride, OK?
This is for real, although we're mesmorized,
naughty and silly for the pleasure tonight
I know she's ready to ride, and no, she never denies
So I'm already inside, already wet and real tight
At first, steady and nice, taking it slow
Levitating your soul, breaking indoors
She's yelling "faster," aching for more
Don't make me adore you
Are you soar? Harder or soft?
Tell me, that's what I've got it for
I'm sorry but I gotta leave after this
Just promise me to remember who the master is
In the end though, it's empty with no love potion
No emotion whatsoever, so much fish in the ocean
So we boasting like casanovas, with a hoe the game's over
So in the morning she's blowing, but I'd be sober and I don't know her


So he's a pick up artist you know that?
So is he into you? (You hope so don't you)
Or is he just inside of you? (Blow slow like a porno or something)


I don't wanna be loving her
(I'm just saying)
I don't wanna be in love with her
(I'm just saying)
I don't wanna be in love with her
(I'm just saying)
I just wanna be in it