Sexual - Dave East, Chris Brown

That pussy the truth, ain’t nothin' to lie about

She roll my blunt while we ridin' out (Roll up)

That shit get so wet, I might get to slidin' up

She got me low, I’ve been hidin' out (Low)

If that was yo lady, you’d probably go crazy

Right in the same moment you find it out (Crazy)

She climb on top of me and ride it out (Ride)

Got her man buggin' tryna find my house (Uh)

Ma, you get what you ask for (Uh)

We goin' out the country so please bring your passport (Please)

Next mornin' shawty text me her back sore

Face pretty, hair real and her ass soft

Saks Fifth, she be dressin' her ass off

Trip to Bahamas the Villa in Nassau

They see me with her, them niggas gon' back off

Quarantinin' but we fuck with our mask off

I live like a prince, uh, slidin' the window

Got tints in the back of the Benz

Tryna' count what I spent (Run it up)

Sober she like to make love

But I hit from the back when I’m bent

Leg up like I’m Captain Morgan

I’ll probably slide 'fore you see the mornin' (Leg up)

All the furniture, know we was on it

She runnin' from it, she might need a warnin'

We gon' need a moment

Can I make this a bit more sexual?

Let me do some things, I’m a professional

And I’ll take you to a time that you won’t forget

Just let me show you, ah yeah

You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (Uh)

Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (Break it)

Girl, that pussy the truth

Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you (Nah)

I like to smoke, she told me she like to get drunk

And that she don’t like niggas that’s broke (Me neither)

I climb out that pussy, she call me the goat

I think she done fell in love with my stroke (Aye)

Her body shakin' like she just caught a stroke

Ain’t nothin' to talk about, all in her throat

Her friends askin' her, they all wanna know

Some more Casa Amigos the all wanna go

That 'nani the truth, so why would I lie 'bout the shit (Why?)

I’d be surprised if you hit

Just walked outta Louie, she bodied the fit

Got back to the crib and she sloppy with dick (Ooh)

If I aim at ya melon, it gotta get split (Boom)

If she tryna die then she gotta get clipped

Carti' for mines so the shiniest wrist

49ers we the grimiest clique (Nines)

Got no trouble tryna find me a bitch (Never)

Go and hustle like we gotta get rich (Got to)

I ain’t call you 'cause I probably was drunk

Might’ve curved you 'cause I probably was lit

In our section got your wife with some Crips

Bust her ass, then I’m probably gon' split (Come here)

We touchin' cash, got a lot more to get (Lot more)

We made a porno off a bottle of 'Le (Take a shot)

Can I make this a bit more sexual?

(Can I)

Let me do some things, I’m a professional (I'ma pro)

And I’ll take you to a time that you won’t forget (Uh-uh)

Just let me show you, ah yeah (You know)

You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (Uh)

Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (Shake it, shake it)

Girl, that pussy the truth

Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you (I swear never)

Can I make this a bit more sexual?

(That's all I’m tryna do)

Let me do some things, I’m a professional (Professional)

And I’ll take you to a time that you won’t forget (Uh)

Just let me show you, ah yeah (Sit right here)

You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (Uh)

Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (Lay down)

Girl, that pussy the truth

Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you (Nah)