Let's Get Cozy Lyrics - Non-fiction - Black Sheep

It's cool that we create our mission 

Now, relax your body, your soul, let your mind be free 

You know Mr Lawnge is hanging so come swing with me 

Honey, I'll take you for a ride or better yet ride you 

I love to be inside you, so peep the shit that I do 

First I'll lick you from your pimples to your corns 

'Cause ain't no hoe perfect, that's only in the porns 

Come with me and then watch me come 

My tip's the only thing that'll make you say humm 

Seven, six, five, four, three, twenty-one 

Come on, big pussy, come and get some 

Without haste, your time I won't waste 

But if you want a taste bring your neck brace 

I'm extremely long, slow down, you'll choke fast 

Tip so big the Heimlich man oeuvre couldn't save your ass 

Not to be bragging, your tonsils I'll be tagging 

Yes, I'm going to use a bag and guaranteed to keep you gagging 

So what's up, honey? No, you don't get no money 

But I can tempt your tummy with the taste of nut and honey 

The Sugar Dick Daddy can 

If you do for me I'll do for you, a one-night stand 

I'll hit you off, baby, shit I'm not selfish 

But I brought a can of FDS in case I smell fish 

With a flick of the tongue I can trim your hedge 

I lick so much clit you'd think my name was Big Reg 

Of course, I'll take you out and wine and dine you first 

But, hold up, no drinks, I want to quench your thirst 

Now why you blushing, baby, I see you coughing 

Itching and scratching at your neck so very often 

Tell Mr Lawnge your every need and I'll devote 

No, you don't need a Luden or a Halls, I'll coat your throat 

You can't deny so don't try to get fly 

Or I'll just say bye-bye, you know why? 

'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cosy condition 

That we create, cause that's our mission 

'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cosy condition 

That we create, cause that's our mission 

'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cosy condition 

That we create, cause that's our mission 

Aww shit, girl, don't get me starting 

I'll put you on your knees and grab your ears like you was Martin 

Wet from Moet, she played the piper like a pal 

What a great gal with a mouthful of Cristal 

'Cause honey saw me romping with the Legion 

She wants to feel the pressure on her lower pelvic region 

I'll do the things you wouldn't believe, I won't leave you falling 

Like niggas that 'get it and come' like their mother's calling 

Check it, I'll knee it, I'll feel it, I'll give it crazy joy 

'Cause I've been fantasizing 'bout you since Ola Ray was in Playboy 

No shit, I'm serious and I want to get physical 

And leave you making noises like the sound of a busy call 

On the phone, I'm nasty, be sure you wash your hands 

Live, I'm playing condoms like it was a rubber band 

Inside you, me, inside the plastic 

You'll like it when I finish and your legs is acting spastic 

Slow down, babes, I'll get a towel for a clean scene 

And your uniform, honey, you made the team 

Hip hip hooray to you, and all the same 

Exercise and maintain for our next home game 

Here's to all the bona fide with style 

With lipstick on my boxers, I just think of you and smile 

You buck wild child, thanks for the love, it's on 

The sweaty steam roll, and thanks for not trying to touch my butthole 

Now tell your girls I want them to meet my 'lil fren' 

Nah, I'm playing, kiss until I see you again