Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah, come on, come on Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah it's only right now It ain't a crime to be good to yourself Lick it up, lick it up,ooh uh Don't want to wait 'til you know me better

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

Me casa, you casa, O I ain't lookin' for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya Hit the club, drink ass on ice but ya hit the pussy good, Am I doing the thing for you? Girl, show me how ya work that thing You make a motherfuckin' thug Wanna sing and baby,

You know I'm always good for a good time I'm up for just about anything as long as it's almost legal I can fit in with any old crowd, long as there's a party, they're my kind of people So if you're down with painting the town, I'll be around all night I

I ain't here for a long time I'm here for a good time Pour me some moonshine I'm not going to lay around and whine and moan 'Cause somebody done done me wrong Don't think for a minute That I'm gonna sit around and sing some old sad song I believe it's

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some

Too many cooks are gonna spoil the stew There ain't nobody cooking but me and you Too many cooks are trying to get in your kitchen The first thing you know there's something missin' You got a real good oven, you've got a hot range, too Let me butter your

Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know