Boy, be quite, me and tip toe Don't wanna make too noise in your window So pull the shades
'Cause my are kind of nosy Comfy, cosy, now off the clothes-y Can I get a Betta fitness Baby, we can do it, take time, do it right
Lick my belly button, whisper sweet In my ear to get my hormones in Now, mamma's baby loves toast and jam Melts in your but not in your hand pudd'n
Separates the boys the men You can all day Jehovah but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're all of that And you can your fake fingernails in my back Now, I may not be a lady but I'm all woman So it, the proof is in the pudd'n
Can I get a Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a What? Can I get a Can I get a lick, girl? I get a taste of your pudd'n
be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out your And let's begin the mixing, always in the Never in the you can get busy
your head beneath the blanket Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'cause in the 90's Want from a brother than a part-time lover Who's wack undercover, so brother, do your it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the pudd'n
If he ain't got the room So, dip, D I P, dive if you wanna be a Sport a with a light like an old gold miner No need to taste test the puddn's fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if gonna make a mess
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Can I get a Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a What? Can I get a Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a of your pudd'n
Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a I that you love it from the smile on your face Up and like a slinky, let's get kinky The cream in the of a Twinkie I likes my men cot diesel
And if you're unleaded then nigga, forget it You rub my back, or kiss my neck either you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever Undercover lover, in the sheets As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the
Brothers love the pudd'n Lucy loves Ricky Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky Minne But I getting hickies on my neck in the summer 'Cause wearing a turtle is a bummer I heats up the mike 'til your blood rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby Pull out spoon, and let us begin But if you on the pudd'd You might not get your in