[Verse One: Bix F]
Like Ramadan or Lenting season
I’m a Ruff Ryder, Xplain be gently pleasing
I ain’t Marvin Gaye, not one for sexual healing
A quickie is what I need, right now I’m Bentley dreaming
Your walls feel like a prison, I’m here for just this evening
Hell yeah
Of course, I’m leaving or my girl’s gone catch me creeping
Woah
You can get a man for the night
But while I’m here, I’ll give you a time of your life
Get them legs open, I’m the man with the best stroking
Grab tight on them sheets, baby biting your lips, with them thighs and your hips
Moving nonstop to the motion
Moaning while I pipe your physique
No slow love, I’m quicker
Stroke sounding like a mixture of Bone Thugs and Twista
Leave the clit with sours and blisters
So long, my sister
Reach forward to kiss her
She said, “Next time…”

[Verse Two: Xplain D Don]
(Take it slow) like a heartbeat on codeine
Lick the clit till pussy’s wet then I go in
Stroking on the couch with my finger in her butt hole
Foaming at the mouth, arms twitching going gungho
Xplain D Don, see I’ve never been a rug-rat
Bedmatics lessons, anytime she come class
Very kind teacher, leave bananas in her lunch pack
Helps her dentition so I’m bussing on a gun flap
Good guys finish last, never in a hurry
Bound to leave her toes curling and eyes blurry
But first, I’mma spark this blunt straight out the lithosphere
Then caress those thighs, thicker than Gibsco bread
Aphrodite, proclaimed her the god of sex
I blow her back out then leave her to convalesce
Uh
Love sessions at a snail pace
Trying to put in time for the mistakes made