Feel my wet lips
Feel my wet lips
Ms. Parker, glad to meet you
Listen to my finger snaps
Listen to my finger snaps
Listen to my heartbeat
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
Ms. Parker, you know, I'm a flirt
Listen to my finger snaps
And your ex can't stop that
Ms. Parker got the mara weekly, give me funk 'til I'm stinkin'
And the way a brotha act
Feel my wet lips
And the way a brotha act
Ms. Parker what you suckin' on?
Listen to my finger snaps
Listen to my heartbeat
Girl, I know you want me
Ms. Parker, what's that up your skirt?
You dig the way I roll
Girl, I know you want me
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
You dig the way I roll
Girl, I know you want me
Standin' on the bus stop suckin' on a lollipop
Smoke too much reefa 'til she cheeky
And your ex can't stop that
Girl, I know you want me
Y'all know 'bout Ms. Parker, capital P-A-rker
And you dig the way I roll
Feel my wet lips
Listen to my heartbeat
Always a talker, late booty caller
And your ex can't stop that
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
Hey hey, Ms. Parker, what's you address?
Girl, I know you want me
Baller, stalker, watch Ms. Parker get freaky
And the way a brotha act
Listen to my finger snaps
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
Girl, I know you want me
Girl, I know you want me
Listen to my heartbeat
Ms. Parker, I do need you, tell 'em now
Ms. Parker, can I ride with you?
Feel my wet lips
And your ex can't stop that
You dig the way I roll
Listen to my finger snaps
Listen to my heartbeat
And the way a brotha act
Lived at the corner of Fort Ruckus and Walker
And your ex can't stop that
And if you wanna battle come and see me, check it one time
I've never seen this side of you and if you've got the time to listen
And the way a brotha act?
Listen to my heartbeat
And you dig the way I roll
Big squeeze them nuts, them spaghetti meat
And the way a brotha act
Listen to my heartbeat
And you dig the way I roll
And your ex can't stop that
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
Listen to my, listen-listen to my, listen-listen to my finger snaps
Feel my wet lips
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
Feel my wet lips
Hey, Ms. Parker, can I caress?
And you dig the way I roll
And the way a brotha act
Black black black
