R. Kelly — Poetic Sex

[Intro] Yeah, my sex is poetic I'm about to get you mad pregnant Ha, yeah [Verse 1] The first R&B poem My mic be the knife I'ma take a stab at it, okay Allow me to paint the picture, your mind being the canvas I take you spiritually high, your plane ain't never landing No navigation locating that spot When I hit that you yell out "God, that's the G spot" Sex... That'll bring you close to tears When I spit it, it's like I popped a molly in your ear You feel it between your thighs, your heartbeat starts to rise Your pupils is dilating, you believe you can fly, man Niggas can't fuck me, world in my hands These niggas can't even hold palm in their hands Pull up in that bassline, snatch you up with these hits Tie you up with my lyrics, now you're abducted by this shit, uh [Chorus] Oh baby (baby) Come and feed me baby (feed me baby) Girl put your body on a dinner plate I just can't get enough of your buffet And I'm so hungry Baby feed me All I can eat baby, I [Verse 2] I know, a lot of things on your mind, let me carry them Get you so wet, welcome to the aquarium Murdering every bar, shit, I'm a barbarian Who is he? How dare they make a comparison Up and down, up and down on my elevator See I'm the type of nigga that'll elevate ya Just let that soak in And I ain't gon' bathe off in that shit, I'ma soak in It's poker, and I'm going all in I got you so open all I gotta do is fall in, oooh And I turned your man to Aaron Hall My lyrics got a big dick and I just fucked the shit out of y'all Poetic [Chorus] Oh baby (baby) Come and feed me baby (feed me babe) Girl put your body on a dinner plate I just can't get enough of your buffet And I'm so hungry (I'm so hungry) Baby feed me All I can eat baby, I (yeah) [Verse 3] Sinner in the shop once I touch her with this taser tongue Shirt on the clothes line you could say shawty hung Never caught up but you could say a nigga sprung Put that up to my ear 'cause I like to hear where you're coming from Hop up in my rocket ship We gon' tell them haters bye (bye, bye, bye) yeah And I represent my sex like I represent my city Chi (Chi, Chi, Chi, Chi) Yeah, smoking on my melody, yeah you could say we getting high (high) Yeah, and now I got the munchies 'bout to eat it, call it dinner time Huh, yeah, okay Pussy my address, just being honest And they say home is where the heart is I'm just metaphorically speaking Like a ceiling with a hole, I'ma have you leaking And I, promise you gon' love it Girl my sex rich, them niggas is on a budget I make it talk, need no translation I'm swimming in it, need no floatation Lock me up in it, need no probation My Girl, no Temptations I can make you sweat huh, I turn up the Fahrenheit Drink from any fountain black or white, shit that's equal rights I ain't talking hands when I tell your ass to make it clap Ten out of ten times you came shit that's stating facts And I love the things you do with your lips when you looking back Put that pussy right up on my head, that's a fitted cap, uh [Chorus] Oh baby (oh baby) Come and feed me baby (come on and feed me baby) Girl put your body on a dinner plate I just can't get enough of your buffet And I'm so hungry (hungry) Baby feed me All I can eat baby, I [Outro] Haha, my sex is poetic Girl let me get you mad pregnant