Rubbin' Lyrics - Singles - Choclair

INTRO [Choclair] 

Uhh, yeah 

Now look in the mirror 

Tell me what you see 

Bomb diggy dogg baby 

We be rubbin' tonight (yo) 

We be lovin' tonight (right) 

Uhh, yeah 

Ha ha 

[Choclair] 

I remember seeing you in spaghetti straps 

Nappack held up by you ass back 

When I seen it, I was like DAMN! 

Girl do you have man 

Body look like it was wrapped in seran 

Hear me 

Told me alone, I was kind of surprise 

Really 

Out late night, spending mad cash chillin' 

See the walk you were walking, open my eyes 

And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs 

But they ain't nothing wrong 

'Cause we both grown 

Hitting in the morning until we strong grown 

And we strong moan and waking up the block 

And getting all confused, not showing from your boyfriend 

Don't dwell on these minor details 

Let's cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails 

We could rock on, and cruise home 

Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong 

Shit's on, oh girl 

CHORUS [Saukrates] 

You fronting like I ain't 'bout to knock it 

I got a rocket in my pocket 

Two tickets to your ecstacy 

And one for this chick standing next to me 

If she with it, I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) 

Baby you is wit it (is you wit it, wit it) 

I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) 

I'mma hit it 

[Choclair] 

See I was peeping your style 

You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand (ha ha) 

Now baby to all these people, notice who you are 

So they ready try to score 

Pulling out their bill folds, buy a red rose to give you 

I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes 

I see your eyes moving in stealth mode 

But then you realize, oh shit it's Choc on the side 

See moving to my side, and when she walks she glides 

Body looking strong like Cadillac designs 

She moves close, her finger running up my elbow 

And then invites me to her humble abode 

Check it, uhh 

Now before I get in it, first she walks around naked 

Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish 

How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested 

She's hefty breasted, movements fuel injected 

She says she's rough at first, but when I start to groan 

I be closing every night and taking it straight to the dome 

So we could rule the world or you could stay at home 

But tonight she be ready to bone, it's on 

Oh boy 

CHORUS 

[Choclair] 

See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes 

And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty 

Who like their sex messy and ready to go 

And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on) 

And not afraid to peel of they thong 

And not afraid to take it straight to the dome 

And for my dogs that make laws and cruise off shore 

With five in the pocket, or drop shitty causes 

For when it comes to strokes, spring break miss capone(?) 

Take no crumb cake to clear out the bars 

Watch yourself girl when you're playing it close 

'Cause you'll get the strokes and then get ghost 

It's on 

CHORUS X2