Talk Dirty - Opio

She a fly video chick dime

With them thick wide hips and them lips divine

I’m tryin to get mine

With finesse I address and she transgress

Then I «Loch Ness,» agress and progress is made

How Lo' got a sexy babe

I’mma take her to my condo and misbehave

But I’mma take my time, po' a glass of wine

Roll a blunt, turn on the television, that ass is mine

She put her drink down, she started yawnin

I said «you actin,» she said, «you stallin»

«Tell me what you want how you want you can get it like;

What the reason is you think that I’m even here tonight»

I said, «Honey all you had to do was say somethin»

She said, «Homey all you had to do was say somethin»

I like it when you lay flat, poke it out like that

Turn it over, take it in the face, SPLAT

She said why don’t you talk dirty (I had her singin)

I really don’t mind (I had her singin)

-- Take a little time, to the max we climb

-- Let me know what’s on yo' nasty mind

Little girl — you’re just a little girl

I need a woman in my world, someone who confidant and thorough

Who got — who got fantasies inside, you know who you are

I’ll let you in my ride, then let you handle me, we do fog

The windows up, in the truck, when we buckwild and give a fuck

Just to get a nut, adrenaline will pump now (wow)

She’s an «Uptown Girl,» and I’m swervin like Billy Joel

In the fo'-fifty-fo', let’s hit the road

When I downshift, she comin out her outfit

Diggin how she lose her inhibition, pole position in the left lane

Give brain while I’m switchin gears, clit is pierced

But this one is not a punk rock chick

Said she love my shit, and she wanna get close to me

With them bottom stilettos, a ass full of groceries (oh whoa)

If you knowin me, then that’s how it’s 'sposed to be

Curlin my toes up like genie boots when she blowin me

Hieroglyphics on deck and these chickies want sex

In the city so we Mr. Big, dig the best

On tour, at the afterparty, encore

It’s like a bachelor party, breezies takin clothes off

Handcuffs, no I’m, dippin like Sugar Shane Mosley

Hookers can’t control me, so we

Bounce to the next like accounts do to checks

When there ain’t no money in it then we pounce on the set

From the North to the East to the South to the West

See me, a cunning-linguist, I can vouch for myself

Don’t believe me, come and see us at my house in the 6

Make a baby in your mouth, Guinness Stout, then we dip