Mind Fucking You

[Intro] You ever been mind fucked before? (oh, oh, oh, oh) I'm mind fucking you right now (oh, oh, oh, oh) Can you feel my dick fucking your mind? (oh, oh, oh, oh) See, thats it! Thats the art of it! I'm mind fucking the shit out you [Verse 1] Yeah baby Look look Uh I'm mind fucking, mi-mi-mi-mind fucking you All up in your head, got you feeling like I'm touching you My pocket rocket ready to launch all because of you We both ready to take off so I'm rushing you Get it? I said I'm rushing you Not like throwing blows But to get you out them clothes And not totally nude Thats typical, I suppose You could, leave on your heels, but I know they hurt your toes Wait, we ain't even finish dinner yet And I'm already rambling about hot sex Is it hot in here? Or I got you wet You just think I wanna hit like a cigarette But I want more than a hit I want the whole pack Go with your first mind Don't hold back Yea Now let me make a couple of drinks for us to throw back [Hook] Yes, it's true I don't mind fucking you But 'til then I'm mind fucking you I'm mind fucking you Slowly undressing you Without even touching you (But I'm) I'm mind fucking you I'm mind fucking you You You [Verse 2] What's your name, girl? Let me spell it with my tongue while I'm kissing you in places that I know will turn you on This might sound like a oxymoron: But I won't let you leave until you cum Take you down like a old Chris Brown song Mike Tyson in the sheets when I nibble on your earlobe Cause that's what I'm into I got room for dessert and you next on the menu Baby I promise you ain't had it like this I'mma hit it like I can't miss Run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is I kiss your body in like seven different places Call that seven deadly sins Girl, you make a nigga want that I wanna put my name on it like I own that Cause I'm on that I said what's my name? And she was like "k-k-k-k-K Mac" [Hook] Yes, it's true I don't mind fucking you But 'til then I'm mind fucking you I'm mind fucking you Slowly undressing you Without even touching you (But I'm) I'm mind fucking you I'm mind fucking you You You [Bridge] No, I ain't a player I'm just flirty as hell Take down my name and number Girl, it's easy to spell Hope to see you later I'll be at my hotel Already got you under my spell Cause I'm mind fucking you Oh What's a classy girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine? Oh Yeah, you the good-girl type but I'm Mind fucking you, oh Mind fucking you, whoa Right now (right now) Can't you feel it? Feel it Feel it [Hook] Yes, it's true I don't mind fucking you But 'til then I'm mind fucking you I'm mind fucking you Slowly undressing you Without even touching you (But I'm) I'm mind fucking you I'm mind fucking you You You Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh...