Storm Watkins - No First Night Sex lyrics

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Storm Watkins - No First Night Sex lyrics

[Intro] Three o'clock in the morning, leaving the club horny Callin' any broad I think woke and I'm on it [Verse 1] Trying to maintain that sh** that be hangin' with Patricia But Patricia always hatin' on me cause I f**ed her sister Mr. Hit-'Em-And-Never-Call-'Em-Back, a cold-hearted man Hoping I can reach Tamika cause she down with all of that Smack her a**, pull her hair, she love to get it from the back Hit me with a text sayin' that she wanna s** me I told her, "Bring some lingerie" if she wanna impress me b**h, f** all that talking, just get over here and neck me She started reachin' for the door like she offended by the joke Settin' her bra down on her bed and started kissing on her throat Getting closer to the p**y, ready to get in this sh** Pull her panties to the side, and b**h is on her period Tell me you ain't serious, this sh** is priceless Told her, "Get to s**ing, b**h, and do it like you like it" Dumba** broad is stupid but I wish I was a psychic If I'd known she was bleedin' then she wouldn't have got invited Got a n***a all excited, erectin' up my private [Verse 2] I can't get no p**y so right now I'm feelin' violent I know you trying to go and hope your p**y got some malice I'm dead-a** serious, b**h I ain't smiling Then I hit her with the "what the f** you mean 'no?' I ain't trying to hear this sh** You ain't trying to s** the dick, then I'mma call the other b**h" Acting like you ain't a dog, I know you let my cousin hit Playing like you had to do it when you know you ain't sh** Nympho for the s**, can probably take eight dicks Scrolling through these b**hes like an iPod playlist Ran across Jasmine, that redbone waitress Ass like Trina with some lips like Megan Good, cla**y broad but she still good Layin' right under her man and I really wish she could Come over and f** me on my sofa I'm almost out of options and I'm feelin' like it's over For me to get some p**y cause it's almost a quarter to six and my Hand in my dick, thinkin' about using my wrist Pissed about this sh**, I can't let it happen like this Seen a call that I missed, and I hope that it's worth it Hesitate to call her back cause she say she a virgin But today you 'bout to learn how to bust that p**y open I ain't jokin' [Verse 3] Heard a knock at the door, thankin' God like I'm spiritual Hopin' that she wanna f**, the situation critical Gotta play my cards right and treat it like it's pivotal Plus I'm drunk as hell and I'm a horny individual Netflix on the couch, chillin' in the living room Started kissing on her neck, she had the nerve to tell me move I hit her with the stare face, "b**h, what you tryna do?" She told me she just wanna chill I told her, "oh, for real? It's six o'clock in the morning, ho, and you know what it is This ain't no talk-show, and you ain't look like Oprah So hike that dress up like a sinner b**h and let me stroke ya" I heard her s** her teeth, then she rolled the f** over Turned the TV off on her a**, hit her with the cold shoulder This story far from over, and I am far from average She say she practice abstinence, waitin' for the marriage I told her "let me eat the p**y, we ain't gotta have s**" Stop right before she came, her legs still around my neck Now her a** drippin' wet, fiendin' for a cigarette Ask me if I had a rubber, all I could think was yes Ran her tongue down my neck, started s**in' on my meat "Tell me 'fore you 'bout to come so I can spit it in the sheets" Hit her with the OK, but you know how I do and freak Before you know it I'm bustin', jizzin' all on her teeth She punch me in the stomach, she mad, I guess it's time to go Walked her to the door and said peace and fell asleep (b**h)

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