by Lil AJ *In the back of the club looking like a stud, ill thoughts run through my head…* Devious, mischievous, I shouldn’t creep, but I must… Shawty dayum you lookin’ fine, I see the way you grillin’ me, So what up with this bump and grind? Yeah I got a nigga at home, You right Boo, its true, But there’s certain shit she won’t let me do, So I need a femme and that femme is you… I love my nigga, don’t get me wrong, But sometimes I wanna strap it on, And work that shit from dusk ‘til dawn, But my nigga ain’t havin’ it, She says that’s some ol bitch ass shit, See I got restrictions, I gotta respect her rules, She’s the only one that can use the tools… I got boundaries on how I can give it, But for a freak like me, the sky’s the limit… Look, enough wastin’ time runnin’ off at the mouth, Let’s be up outta here and Take It To Da House… Let me roll this blunt and blow my trees, While I hit you from the back and leave burns on your knees… I got that Hurricane Tongue, Can you handle the storm? I hope so Baby, ‘cuz when it rains it pours, And all yo pleas is finna be ignored, Until I want you to cum… Sit on my face and ride my tongue, And when you bust, scream my name out loud, “AJ BABY!!!” Yeah Boo that’s what Im talkin’ about… Baby I know ain’t no femme quite like me, Who can beat it and eat it like a true S.T.U.D… Sexy Thuggin’ Undercover Dime…you like that don’t you? Well Ma, I gotta get home to play the good little wife, But trust this shit girl, You was nothin’ but tyte, Don’t call me, I’ll call you for a repeat of tonight, Just make sho you keep yo Femme’s shit drippin’ wet aiigh… Copyright © 2001. Used by permission of author. All Rights Reserved.