She Can Attest

Ooooh yeah

Late nights, long lights

She know what it is…

My sex is the best, she can attest

When I leave her bed, she a mess, no rest

Hair all wild, lips still wet

She textin’ “round two?”, I ain’t even left yet

Pulled up slow in the blacked-out whip

Thighs on show, gloss on lip

She don’t talk love, she talk grip

That tongue got goals, that waist don’t quit

I ain’t cocky, just been told

She call me pressure, pure gold

Legs do yoga, back gets fold

She bite that pillow, lose control

I don’t chase, I set the tone

She playin’ sweet, but moan full-grown

By the time I roll, she groan

Sayin’, “Damn boy, you hit my soul”

My sex is the best, she can attest (yeah she do)

When I leave her bed, she a mess, no rest (she a mess)

Hair all wild, lips still wet (still wet)

She textin’ “round two?”, I ain’t even left yet (ain’t even left yet)

Slow strokes like a slow jam beat

She ride like she trained in the backseat

Talk clean but she sin like a freak

Say my name like a prayer, real sweet

No need to rush, she drip on sight

Lights low, curves in moonlight

I put her out like late night smoke

She call that love, I call that stroke

Oooo, yeah

She don’t even care 'bout the rest

She say I’m cursed, but she blessed

She keep sayin' it loud like a flex...

My sex is the best, she can attest

When I leave her bed, she a mess, no rest

Hair all wild, lips still wet

She textin’ “round two?”, I ain’t even left yet