Текст песни Q & A - Boss Wood

Uhhh
Baby got a body like a model from Guatemala
I swear that pussy come from ova seas
She told a nigga she freak on the low I never got it
Until I seen what she can do when on her knees
And she gotta noggin full of scholarships
She smart as hell its hard to tell if it's Harvard Yale
Pennsylvania Dartmouth or Cornell I'm tryin to tell ya
She impressive with it
Make that face and get aggressive with it
Sip that drank and get extra lifted
Finna slow my stroke and go Texas in it
Can I fuk you on the balcony
Jus to give it that nature feelin'
What's yo birthday
I wanna see you in yo birthday suit so I tape you in it
What's the darkest place in yo mind
I wanna kno so I can take you it
What's the softest place in yo spine
I wanna kno so I can make you feel it
I got questions
I want answers
If I throw my ones up will you be my dancer
If I call yo phone up can we meet right after
I record this song so I can beat yo back up
Call it the remix
She callin me champion
If I go too deep she'll start callin' me Samuel
We don't sleep ain't no alarm to cancel
And she low key we never caught together
Down to earth so she kinda special
Let out moans when I apply the pressure
She done set the bar way too high to measure
Tell da hair weave killa I'm da hair relaxer
Uhhh

Can I put you on yo back with yo legs up
Tie you down to the bed with some handcuffs
Can I let that pussy hit my tastebuds
Can we let yo neighbors hear us make love
I got questions
And I want answers
Are you bi curious do you like doin' this do you like cameras
If it is what it is let it drop one time on a real nigga
Stop one time let me chill in it
Dab one time while I'm still in it
I might fuk around and drop a kid in it ya ya
Drop one time on a real nigga
Stop one time let me chill in it
Dab one time while I'm still in it
I might fuk around and drop a kid in it ya ya

I don't jus be talkin' I can back it up
Look at all the groceries I'm baggin' up
Fuk her til her kinky twist are matted up
Then we gone repeat it I got stamina
Bounce it on a nigga for the camera
Throw it like you pitchin' for the Nationals
Beat up on dat pussy like I'm mad as fuk
Talkin' while I hit it like you handle what
Let me take a brief intermission and switch the position
I want you to rub dat clit while I hit it
I'm grippin yo titties
Dat go pussy go to thumpin' and drippin'
You yellin' my government like I started losin' my hearin
It's gushin' I feel it
Don't stop me I jus got in a rhythm
In that pussy sober I done sweat out the liquor
Focus on yo body like big television
I got the bed soundin' like the Trill Ville instrumental
Like what it is hoe
What's up

Can I put on yo back with yo legs up
Tie you down to the bed with some handcuffs
Can I let that pussy hit my tastebuds
Can I

Can I put you on yo back with yo legs up
Tie you down to the bed with some handcuffs
Can I let that pussy hit my tastebuds
Can we let yo neighbors hear us make love
I got questions
And I want answers
Are you bi curious do you like doin' this do you like cameras
If it is what it is let it drop one time on a real nigga
Stop one time let me chill in it
Dab one time while I'm still in it
I might fuk around and drop a kid in it ya ya
Drop one time on a real nigga
Stop one time let me chill in it
Dab one time while I'm still in it
I might fuk around and drop a kid in it ya ya