Sexual (feat. Dave East)

Chris Brown


Can I make this a bit more sexual? (can I)
Let me do some things, I'm a professional (uh)
And I'll take you to a time that you won't forget (you won't, I promise)
Just let me show you, ah yeah (uh)

You know (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)

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)

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