It was a cool and lonely
Offishall style that coerced her to smile
Chalk another to the file
Quest for breasts, my intent to impress the mistress
So cess broke the ice like Gretzky
I told she give me your signiture or number
Slumber could follow if I check you tomorrow
Who, ate, simply went to my date's
Now my belles apparel, why spoil the king's night
Eat chicken at 3 and the skin at 4 o'clock
Who, again I reach the girl's door
Just call me FT cause her birthday suit is sore
Hit the floor in a hearts swift motion
Lotion the skin and like caress all me
In the cup, arm in the cup
Hittin that spot that's g
You know I do your head sheet
That the hit was a nap and the biggest ever sold
Took 5 minutes for the cannon to explode
She said do you love me and I said no
The she slapped my face I grabbed her and said ho
Do that again and the story gets told
To stick it in was nice, but yo I'll get more
Cause Offishall's out for mine and then some
I hit some and leave some then on wid da show
word up