719

[Intro]
Wah, aye-aye-aye
[Tuve?] [cochito?], woah, cheah
All she seen was little blond hairs everywhere
"You nasty CRIME," I don't care
Yeah yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah

[Verse]
Marylin Monroe sending me X and O's
When the sex was slow then got fast it made my head explode ([Oh my god?])
She love high reps stay ten toes ([Oh my god?])
Saw how baguettes on the neck froze electrodes (Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing!)
Lets go the distance
When I'm in the cookie it got me trippin', slippin'
I gotta step back and get a grip (I gotta keep my composure)
But she got the grip make me shoot fast like Clay Thompson
Rare face, velvety voice, great noggin
Meet me up in room 719
I'm convinced this what heaven might be
Type of chick that practice Tai Chi
Still could buy weed, before watching me bleed
She grab the nine, squeeze (Woah, woah)
You can't figure what nation she from (Nope)
Like Baskin-Robbins, 31 flavors all rolled into one (OK)
Got me sprung with a flick of the tongue
Beatin' up that pussy I owe you some
Always get [it click?/a clique?], and when I slide through
Givin' me brain (Woah) in a Chick-Fil-A drive-through
Ricochet rabbit when I'm stabbin' (Aye-aye-aye)
Grab a fistful of hair
Exhale deep, I heard her whisper in my ear, yeah (Woah)
Yeah yeah
Ricochet rabbit when I'm stabbin'
Grab a fistful of hair, exhale
I heard her whisper in my ear, woah
(I love you)
(I love you)