Shea Butter Baby (Ft. J. Cole)

Ooh Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow Touch me, take me, kiss me Love me, impress me Pull up, black truck, ganja Wrist so blinding, heart so timeless Wishing, you could meet me, see me, read me You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood If you really down, we can find it Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (oh, oh, oh, oh) Hope there is a mood (oh, oh, oh, oh) And if you really down we can find it Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your sheets (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) You crossed my mind, a thousand times The cost was fine, I draw the line I'm back, relapse, I'm fiending Yes, what's that? In fact, I'm dreaming Coconut oil, the scent of your body still lingers on sheets I got a shot at you, you wouldn't reach Cock back, cock back, trigger release Pop that top, take a sip of your holiest water I know I'm a part of your flow now Said when you cut her, don't matter you love her And now you got part of her soul, now I ain't know then, but I know now Apologies due, the one and the few The ones I been through, but never loved you I pray you found peace and you whole now I'm doin' better, I got me a chocolate bar Climbin' on top of the bar Think of the shape, and I lick in the places you only gon' lick when you rock with her forever You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood And if you really down, we can find it Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (oh, oh, oh, oh) Hope there is a mood (oh, oh, oh, oh) And if you really down we can find it Lost in an alley, make love Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?) Shea Butter baby, fuckin' up your sheets (oh, oh, oh, oh) (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?)