Oh my...
You should only listen if this song is about ya...
Oh my..
I'm so dirty, you're so fucked 
You thought we'd make it to the bed? We on the sofa 
And I ain't aiming at your head to poke ya throat, nah 
I'm in you legs before we drop the top, roadster
You've wanted to pop up on top of my cock since he finally aproached ya 
And he coulda hit it from miles away but he wanted it closa 
Take it out baby oh good he's a keeper and more than you hoped for 
Now lemme just slam it inside of your clam like your man is supposed to
Hot cock roast her, pop tart toaster 
Pussy so wet, uh yeah, I think we need a coaster 
But I'd never put it down, even if I broke her 
Put you up on top so you can rest and take it slower
Then shove it up rubbing inside 
Make her legs quiver like rubbery things 
Done with the telling her, I love her eyes 
Feel the connection, we ready to ride
So dirty, with incredible speed 
Take it slow make ya moan rev it better than ever deliver whatever you need 
I don't want her getting a uti, so you better go pee 
My dick considers your pussy home, so get him a deed
From here to infinity bee-ond, I'm planning to be 
Slamming that pussy with you on your back and your front and your side and your hands and your knees 
God damn, your strip tease, is too hott 
Fuck you like a thug, what a shocker, Tupac 
Hit you like a drug, roll and rock her, overdose 
Baby her, put her ass to sleep, comatose
Uh I'm so dirty, you're so fucked 
You thought we'd make it to the bed? We on the sofa 
Bring that pussy over here, come closer 
I bet you think this songs about ya, dontcha? Oh my...
Oh my! I'm so dirty, you're so fucked 
You thought we'd make it to the bed? We on the sofa 
Bring that pussy over here, come closer 
I bet you think this songs about ya, dontcha?
Dontcha?
I bet you think this songs about ya, dontcha?
Dontcha?
And I bet ya you know I wantcha…