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All heads hit the deck when I enter the club

As I walk pass the dance floor peepin what’s good

Not eyein nobody

Can’t give away entrance

So I chill



Lookin up and down the club

My niggas pointin

Girls smiling

But I’m chillin



Watchin ladies skeemin drinks

Watchin azz move side to side

Catchin all the azz poppin



Not niggas slappin azz

But woman slappin neggas like they run shit

"I don’t know"



But what I do know

It’s time to make a move

So I step

I’m on the rome

Trappin smiles with my words

Catchin numbers with my looks

"Yeah that’s another one"



Oh…

What’s this

A little breezie chillin by her self

Not on my clock

Movin closer and closer

Until I catch that ….. devil eye

100 % Don’t fuck with me look

So I give no introduction

Just a hand

Grab or brush



First choice was chosen

And as fond as I was of you

You damn well showed you was fond of me



After a one, two, a half hour went by

You still movin, holdin, even kissin me

"Damn I must be good"

Or you on the same mission I’m on

Getting a piece of azz

But I compose my self

As you did the same



Both of us sweatin

Breathin heavy

Thinking of what could happin tonight

But we chill on the thought



Exchangin numbers

Gave are good byes

And took that last glance

While I bodies told us yes

But are past told one another

“GOOD NIGHT”