Count It Slow

Yeah… mmm, you know what time it is.

Don’t rush it, baby — I like to take my time.

Count it slow… one… two… three…

Walk in the spot, I’m the main attraction,

Lips glossy, hips causin’ distraction.

He wanna lick like a lollipop faction,

But I don’t do free trials, it’s a full-rate transaction.

He said, “Damn baby, can I get a taste?”

I said, “Only if you got a platinum case.”

I like the ones with the deep bass voice,

Who eat it slow like it’s fine-dine choice.

Don’t rush me, boo, this ain’t a quick snack,

Take your time — lick here, then backtrack.

You do it right, I might arch this spine,

But mess it up once, you off my line.

How many strokes till you lose control?

How many licks make the sugar roll?

How many tricks you gon’ pull to show

That you can hang where the real freaks go?

Count it slow, make it last,

Tongue on fire, but the body like glass.

One, two, three — don’t skip no beat,

Four, five, six — now handle this treat.

Count it slow (yeah), deep and low,

Make me melt like a five-star show.

Talk that game, but you gotta prove,

How many licks till I make that move?

He said he’s a freak — I said prove it then,

Show me how you eat like a grown-ass man.

Diamond on my neck, ice drip on the skin,

You gon’ need both hands just to get me in.

I like it nasty, talk slick when you touch it,

But don’t rush — gotta savor and crush it.

If I moan once, you might see God,

If I moan twice, that’s your full-time job.

Don’t act shy, I’m a certified tease,

Bite my lip while you drop to your knees.

We can go round till the sun gon’ rise,

If you still breathin’, then you gettin’ a prize.

How many strokes till you lose control?

How many licks make the sugar roll?

How many tricks you gon’ pull to show

That you can hang where the real freaks go?

Count it slow, make it last,

Tongue on fire, but the body like glass.

One, two, three — don’t skip no beat,

Four, five, six — now handle this treat.

Count it slow (uh), deep and low,

Make me melt like a five-star show.

Talk that game, but you gotta prove,

How many licks till I make that move?

Yeah, baby, don’t stop…

Take a breath, taste that drop…

You know what I want,

Right there — keep goin’, uh-uh, don’t stop…

Yeah, you talk that talk, now show that tongue,

You halfway done, but I ain’t come.

I like it rough but I like it neat,

You tryna swim in that ocean deep.

Don’t lose focus, stay on beat,

Every lick like a heartbeat’s heat.

If you can’t breathe, you doin’ it right —

Welcome to my freakin’ night.

Count it slow, make me scream,

Body drippin’ like a candy dream.

One, two, three — don’t stop that show,

Four, five, six — now take it low.

Count it slow, keep that flow,

Sweat on skin, let the rhythm glow.

When I say “go,” then you already know —

How many licks till I steal your soul?

Now count it slow…