Yo are you a shower

Yo, are you a shower?

‘Cause I wanna get you wet, get in you, and make you scream my name ‘til the hot water runs out.

Boy, are you a locksmith?

‘Cause I got a tight lock down here, and I need you to pick it, pin by pin, ‘til it’s dripping on the floor.

Damn. Are you a full-course meal?

‘Cause I’m tryna eat you for hours, no hands, just tongue, and I ain’t leaving ‘til you’re shaking on the table.

Mmm, are you a candle?

‘Cause I wanna melt your wax, ride you ‘til you’re soft, and blow you out when I’m done.

Girl, are you a seatbelt?

‘Cause I wanna click you in, pull you close, and f*ck you like we might crash if I slow down.

Oh you nasty. Are you a deep end?

‘Cause I’m tryna dive on you, no breath, choke me a little, and drown me ‘til I forget my name.

You dangerous. Are you a pair of handcuffs?

‘Cause I wanna lock you to this bed, no safe word, and ruin you ‘til your neighbors know my rhythm.

Keep talking. Are you a camera?

‘Cause I want you to zoom in on this pussy, take shots of it, and film how you make it tap out.

Sheesh. Are you a shot of tequila?

‘Cause I wanna lick you, slam you, suck you, and let you f*ck my head up ‘til I’m calling out to God.

Last call — are you a mattress?

‘Cause I wanna break you in, leave stains, and have you begging me to get off you by sunrise.

Final bar: Are you a Bible?

‘Cause I’m finna spread you open, preach between your thighs, and make you holler “oh lord” ‘til church let out.

Winner talk:

If you can back half that mouth up, shut up and strip.

I’m wet already — so either f*ck me dumb or quit.

beat drops

Now we ain’t freestyling no more.

we fukkin. booty bandit on it. mac cracker mother fukker. Got her soundin l9ke a privet hore. Jokes joking funny funny man she lady be

Qualified qualifications she got those qualities with quality qualifications qualifying. She that bootylishios bouncing on my ohh yolo no ho just mine divinity divinely moving between the sheets. Mac cracker bitches we get it got it topk it.