Love Scene

Frankie Mill$ (follow me on Instagram @frankliefe) Love Scene FM Radio CF Committee Music, LLC Produced by Superstar O © 2012 Buy @ www.cdbaby.com/cd/frankiemill or on iTunes Lyrics Love Scene Written by Frankie Mill$ Verse 1 I like them nasty bitches, big ol' booty wit attractive titties/ Nipples perky coochie juicy and her face is pretty/ Her name is Beautiful, wish it were two of u/ She say I gotta twin and we both wanna cuddle u/ Now I won't cuddle up but it can be a fuck or two/ I wanna see ya face wit my dick dippin into u/ And ya sister too, don't get it misconstrued/ I'll be here all nite eatin up ya food/ Bad bitch delicious she finger lickin/ She stickin out her tongue sayin something missin/ Mouthful of drool she grab my mic and go to spittin/ Like she rappin on the mic wit a slur like a Russel Simmons/ Hook Don't u see that bad bitch, she jazzy/ Ass just bounce up n down like it's magic/ Yeah, I wanna make her bed squeak/ Baby we should make a love scene/ I love the way she dancing, Lights, camera, action/ I wanna make ya bed squeak and make a love scene/ I love the way she dancing, Lights, camera, action/ I want u to be the star in my love scene/ Verse 2 I like them nasty bitches, big ol' booty wit attractive titties/ Nipples perky coochie juicy and her face is pretty/ Her name is Beautiful, wish it were two of u/ She say I gotta twin and we both wanna fuck wit u/ Now I can give a fuck or two but I can't fuck wit u/ On a daily basis, that's what my money do/ I wanna meet the both of u, dinner for 3/ Screamin money got a job yeah it work for me/ So the bitch say I'm stupid she giggle and laugh/ Call her sister up and caught her cab/ So as I'm sittin here I ask em what up/ I say my dick gon feel like murder they screamin u killin us/ Chorus Verse 3 I like them nasty bitches, big ol' booty wit attractive titties/ Nipples perky coochie juicy and her face is pretty/ Her name is Beautiful, wish it were two of u/ She say I gotta twin and we both wanna marry u/ If I could marry two, then I would marry u/ But married to the game keep a nigga on his p's and q's/ So I can't marry her nor can I marry u/ Even though u keep that pussy open like a peek a boo/ About my p's and q's, that's my paper quote/ Money keep me company got married as an 8 year old/ So I could fuck u good hope I don't cheat on my time/ Time is money and u know I gotta see mine but then again I see this bad btich/ Chorus