SeXXual Interlude - Da$h

1:50 something AM and I’m thinking: should I call your phone?

But you texting mine, saying «whats goin' on?»

Now thats what I call perfect timing

I just left the lab, got four grams up up in this bag

Tryna seep out to smoke and smash

Don’t be defensive or rather submissive

And you used to do gymnastics, imagine positions

We can try out, see if she tryna ride out

I’m on your side of town with idle time, I’m tryna find out

I’ma follow through

I know you probably heard some stories, they ain’t all true

So disregard 'em

You answer the door no draws, breath smelling like alcohol

Feel like I’m ditching class the way I’m in between your walls Yes

If that was made we made a mess of it

Had the bitch screaming, think the pussy in distress and shit

All I’m hearing is my first name

And oh my god you think I blessed the chick

I killed it and left the scene, I guess (this sex is a weapon shit)

I guess this sex is a weapon shit

Yeah so…

Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe

Even caramel sundays is getting touched

Scooped in my ice cream truck, lets hit it up