How Sexy

[Dr. Dooom] Yeah, Dr. Dooom baby This is for the ladies I used to play that game with girls, tie 'em up to the bed I would not force them, they offered to give me head Kinky books, late at night, we read I had this freak chick with a nice tail and blonde dreads I took her to the Sunset Palm Springs bed A one night MySpace date was the fish filet plate People saw me in the W They hovered around like apes, guys with drinks Ladies across the table, V.I.P. complaints They wanna touch my capes Solange on deck, hand on her man, she trust her papes I got in the cab, a cockblocker tryin to sell some mixtapes For low prices at mixed rates (baby, double soft) [Chorus] + (woman) How sexy can you be? (I'll wear seven inch thigh high fishnet boots) How freaky can you be? (I'll fulfill your fantasies, my girlfriend and me) How sexy can you be? (I'll wear seven inch thigh high fishnet boots) How freaky can you be? (I'll fulfill your fantasies) [Dr. Dooom] I met you, wanted me to buy porno Girl you had it in your hormones Last night before you talked to me on the phone I asked you twice to bite my ice cream cone C'mon be serious this ain't typin a few words back and forth like kids we grown You want the lube in the back, that's where you want the bone Lookin for me you'd rather flirt with a clone Your temperature known to go up and go down Rub syrup on the lollipop, you lick around; vanilla fudge you don't budge You stick around, no type of lingerie you borin Why you sit around? Magnum on the P.I. it fit around In the strip club we get around with P. Did' around With two bottles of strong corn liquor, pass it around (you wanna be) [Chorus] - half [Denis Deft] If you're lookin for a one night stand, I'm your man On tour with the band, which I'm sure you're a fan Got the full blown bedroom in the back in the van You can see the trail of cum from the condoms all the way to Japan Yup~! Understand I'm the man Understand Hugh Hef' is my number one fan Satisfyin women, any way that we can Have you ever made a girl cum with a frying pan? I think now, we drink lot and smoke pot Turn more coochie down than gravity and parking lots Make it rain like Ft. Knox, court cases get dropped Just because them judges like to freak a lot Now mami pick a spot, let me see you drop that top I frisk you like a cop, let me know when to stop [Chorus]