Sex Appeal

Whoa And ya got that sex appeal She had a walk too sassy Approachin' with a dog that looked like Lassie The lipstick, and the Fendi, Prada Kinda lookin' all classy Psychological tendency, proto-call Just lookin' at the article Weed smell on my Prada clothes Sometimes, I trip on myself How I spit at these modern ho's On the two-way, poppin' and droppin' the conversation And I'm steady staggerin' Look at the Remy that I had last week off Madison Tryna walk a straight line But I can't find a pattern in her I looked at the door Put my drink on the floor Cocked my nine when I opened it slow Half-breed Chinese, sittin' a Lac And about a hash green, plus The audacity of the star Strippin' and maneuver her ass like next to me Actually, this S-E-X is testin' me A-double-P, E-A-L And it sound like her body is callin' me But it might be the alcohol in me And the sex appeal, it keep on drawin' me Sex, sex, appeal I'm talkin' bout sex appeal Sex, sex, appeal Her body keep callin' me, whoa Sex, sex, appeal I'm talkin' 'bout sex appeal, girl, whoa right Sex, sex, appeal, whoa-ah I'm finna get her off, high Hydro Bump a crown from mista porch Hey there lil' mama Do you wanna come kick your heels In the back of my Range Rove? Wanna do what'chu did before? Don't trip, cause "You Already Know" C-O-M-E-B-E-W-I-X-T, that me, Belo Just do it "Nice And Slow" You gotta raise the door And I don't pay for show 'Cause I don't pay fo-sho You can grab yo' kicks and go Put on yo (shh), let's roll Recognize the G, true ballin' Do or die, pimp or die, not fallin' When we all in, yo club Chillin' with the chiefs and the dubs And I got love for the jiggaboos Pop Chrys' with the niggas, and the bitches too Dig a bitch out the Grove, like I just do People say I'm like a statue Spit the B in yo ear Take you off to the real, and I match you Sex appeal Sex, sex, appeal I'm talkin' bout sex appeal Sex, sex, appeal Her body keep callin' me, whoa Sex, sex, appeal I'm talkin' 'bout sex appeal, girl, whoa right Whoa-ah, na, na, na Go kick it wit' my niggas in the drop Regal Do what, a Twista, Caddy, Po-Pimp sequel On my way to the club, peek-a-boo motherfucka But first I gotta roll one, for my people Hate us for doin' that, saw us Through Windy City, nightcrawlers Who would have imagined lyricals on the legacy? Cities legendary like, Rap-A-Lot and Legit Ballaz Shit, let the Mo' pop, and drop the top Ride like it's summertime in the Chi Get'chu blind, to the abra Blowin' lime to the sky Rhyme til' I die, tryin' to get by Lil' miss, lookin' tight in the coochie Whether it's a Gucci Love the way you do the jiggy when you walk Soundin' like you freaky, girl, every time you talk I know ya aura make the fellas wanna break 'em off Hear me brotha? Gotta try to get our feet further Hit a lic' and feed, one-another 'Cause all we got is, each-other I take it week after week And to kick the flows that I freak but, uh Roll up on a chick and spit game Let me show you how the back seat of a Lexus feel Take a hit of cess and chill Girl, dressed to kill Whippin' that sex appeal Next appeal? Sex, sex, appeal (whoa) I'm talkin' bout sex appeal, hey Sex, sex, appeal Said her body keep Sex, sex, appeal (callin', callin', callin' me) Sex, sex, appeal (callin', callin', callin' me) Sex appeal, sex, sex appeal Sex appeal, sex appeal (talkin' about) Sex appeal, sex, sex appeal (oh yeah) Sex appeal, sex appeal (bring it on, bring it on) Said ya body just callin' me And ain't nothin' like an orgy Back it all, girl (aah-aah) 'Cause a brotha just (aah-aah) I'm fallin in love with her Yes I am, yes I am Yes I am Whoa-ah Said I'm still right here Lookin' it at your heart closed Checkin' out that Prada coat Hmm, mmm, mmm