At your house
playing Mario Kart
Long story short,
the thirst got me hot
Why does your girlfriend
have a wig anyway?
Should I wear her cologne,
the one tucked in her drawer?
Smells like her—
but I wear that tiny skirt
and now you're here
Damn.
Couldn't hold yourself,
not even for a second
I'm pinned to the wall,
breath caught, moaning
Saying—
"Will you be my kitty cat?"
"My girl don't give me that"
Wanna rip this tight skirt
Wanna smudge my lipstick off
Give me a chance
More than once—
Will you be my kitty cat?
Boy, your girlfriend's boring
Let's spice it up
Wore her long stockings
just to wind you up
Why does she even
own that lacey pair?
Should I wear her underwear—
just so you can
rip them then and there?
And this tiny skirt,
it's rising with the heat
Now you're here—
Ugh.
Couldn't help yourself,
could you baby?
Back against the wall,
I'm begging, aching
Saying—
"Will you be my kitty cat?"
"My girl don't give me that"
Wanna rip this tight skirt
Wanna tear it all down, no cap
Give me a chance
More than once—
Will you be my kitty cat?
"Give me a chance,"
I whispered slow
My baby boy said—
"Your wish...
my command."