Boy, be quite, me and tip toe Don't make too much noise Sneaking in your So pull the shades
'Cause my are kind of nosy Comfy, cosy, now off with the Can I get a witness? Betta Baby, we can do it, take time, do it right
Lick my belly button, sweet nothings In my ear to get my in gear Now, little baby loves toast and jam Melts in your mouth but not in your Black
the boys from the men You can knock all day Jehovah but you get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of And you can leave your fingernails in my back Now, I may not be a but I'm surely all woman So it, the proof is in the pudd'n
Can I get a lick? Can I get a What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, I get a taste of your pudd'n
Must be Jell-O, pudd'n don't jiggle like that Yeah ain't a fact, pull out your spoon And let's the mixing, always in the bedroom Never in the kitchen you can get
your head beneath the blanket Flip it, spank it, gettin' naked 'cause women in the 90's Want more from a than a part-time lover Who's wack undercover, so brother, do duty When it comes to the bedroom, let him eat the pudd'n
If he ain't got the head So, dip, D I P, dive if you wanna be a Sport a helmet with a light like an old gold No to taste test the puddn's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if gonna make a mess
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Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? Can I get a Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, I get a taste of your pudd'n
Proof is in the pudd'n, so get a taste I know that you it from the smile on your face Up and down like a slinky, let's get The in the middle of a Twinkie 'Cause I my men cot diesel
And if you're unleaded then nigga, just it You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever Undercover lover, in between the As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Joanie Chachi, or Micky loves Minne But I have hickies on my neck in the summer 'Cause wearing a turtle is a bummer I heats up the mike 'til your pressure rises
It ain't the of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises out your spoon, and let us begin But if you on the pudd'd You might not get spoon in