CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Partition Remix (Unreleased)

Uh
We doing this for real right now
Onika
Ms Carter
Gimme some

I fly him out to Paris
Flying out with bubs
Private jet out to Paris (out to Paris)
The city of love
Boutta make my mouth a parent
As he guzzle my jugs
Gotta make this sh*t apparent
Cause this ass is a drug
And TSA wanna check I ain't smuggling crack
I I I came on his face and then he blew out my back
Surveying my clit for best line of attack
Bomb pu**y gives him flashbacks, he served in Iraq
My rack is pillows that he rest on before round 3
My stomach is painting, c*m on canvas, c*m on me
My head so good he call these the bees knees
Driver roll up the partition please

Driver, roll up the partition, please
I don't need you seeing 'Yoncé on her knees
Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged
Oh, he so horny, yeah, he want to f**k
He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinsky-ed all on my gown