In The Kitchen

MADD contour lace is pure grace for sex so men wanna taste
The complex gravy that waits kissing is a strange potion based
On range and motion tongue can get wet and sprung then men
Get some my baby powder smell and the outer shell of my grin
Is constructed with sweetness if abducted they eat this and drink gin
Well MADD my bell chime and I’m well designed and kicking
I’m in the kitchen and itching like crazy making fine chicken
And gravy oh I was just round butting brown and strutting
All of a sudden this boy walks up talk corrupt start unbuttoning
My dress oh he jest kiss my lipstick I lost my grip quick
Couldn’t say anything he had on plenty bling he flip sick
Rap in my ears this crap bring fears he’s holding my waist
But really wanna be folding lace told me I was sweet and stuff
Oh he couldn’t eat enough of my lip gloss he from the street and rough
With great features like rape creatures but he just wanted some coochee
“Aw you’re fine girl you in a divine world shine like a pearl so juicy
Lips red we should slip to bed boo” “wait” oh he wanted true cake
Sex is a sweet never ending assault cleverly bending thoughts great
Toward the bed shook on bliss can’t cook like this MADD he told
Me he didn’t wanna cum like he knows he’s gonna get some boys be bold
Studs like a battalion of stallions wearing medallions think he been smoking cess
He looks at my poking breast hoping best for sex chicken getting cold confess
I’m very hot down there; “ girl let me taste your chocolate he was on a kissing
Spree twisting me around everywhere so hot down there just reminiscing
Didn’t wanna give it up but he rap wised and my plan capsized
The crap surprised I was experiencing highs that slap skies
Sex not annual or manual can’t be done by hand need a fun plan
Now here cums this man want my stuff raising tons of sands
By kissing my lips while I’m twisting hips not missing now drips
Juice so loose in the kitchen