Choclair - Rubbin' lyrics

Uh Now look in the mirror Tell me what you see It's the bombdiggy dogg baby, wha (We rubbin tonight) (We be lovin tonight) I remember seein u in spaghetti straps Napsack held up by yo a** back When I seen it, I was like DAMN! Girl, do you have a man? Body looked like it was wrapped in saran Hear me Told me no, I was kind of surprise Really Out late night, spending mad cash chillin' See the walk you were walkin, open my eyes And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs But there ain't nothing wrong 'Cause we both grown Hitting in morning til we strong grown And we strong moan and waking up the block And getting all confused, not sure if im your boyfriend Don't dwell on these minor details Let's cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails We could rock on, and cruise on Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong sh**'s on, oh girl CHORUS (Saukrates) You frontin like I ain't 'bout to knock it (mm mm) I got a rocket in my pocket (mm mm) Two tickets to your ecstacy And one for this chick standing next to me If she with it, sh** I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) Baby is u wit it (is you wit it, you know i'm wit it, wit it) I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) I'mma hit it See I was peeping your style You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand Now baby doll these people, notice who you are So they ready try to score Pulling out their bill folds, buyin red rose to give you I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes I see your eyes movin in stealth mode But then you realize, oh sh** it's Chocs on the side She movin to my side, and when she walks she glides Body looking strong like Cadillac designs She moves close, her finger running up my elbow And then invites me to her humble abode Check it, Now before I get it, first she walks around nekkid Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested She's hefty breasted, movements fuel injected She says she's rough at first, but when I start to groan I be closing every night and take it straight to the dome So we could rule the world or you could stay at home But tonight she be ready to bone, it's on Oh boy (CHORUS) See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes And belly chains that make money and like their s** sweaty Like the s** messy and ready to go And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on) And not afraid to peel off the thong And not afraid to take it straight to the dome And for my dogs that make laws and cruise offshore With five in the pocket, or drop sh**ty cars For when it comes to strokes, bring beatness to Mars? And take no crumb cake to clear out the bars Watch yourself girl when you're playing it close 'Cause you'll get the strokes and then we're ghost It's on (CHORUS 2x)