Pretty Ricky

Pretty Ricky - Menage A Trois

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Yea, I'm just sitting alone in this four cornered room playing with my guitar.

I wanna try something new tonight, are you down?

Let's have a Menage A Trios, you me and my guitar

Let's have a Menage a trios, you men and my guitar

I'm stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body,

Stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body,

Stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body,

We gonna make a love song, we don't need no body but my guitar.

Yea, Baby Blue, Whoa

I play with it each and every night,

I stroke it I beat it, I stroke it I bet it, I stroke it I beat it,

I Play with it each and every night,

I stroke it I beat it, I stroke it I beat I, stroke it I beat it,

Till it get so and I can't beat it no more,

Yo sex is so electrical, never a shortage cus I ain't low

Keep it strapped up on my shoulders, legs wrapped up around my shoulders,

Pulled over on the shoulder, let me pop that cherry soda,

Shake my hand in it when I'm in it, like Jimi Hendrix,

She said I'm the best that every did it like Jimi Hendrix,

She said I'm the best that every did it like bob Marley,

I hit it and never quite, I abuse it and I'm sorry,

And I can't help that I'm addicted to it like bob Marley,

I beat that pu**y leave that pu**y purple like barney,

Menage a trios, kama sutra, eat that pu na-na until you sing like the choir

Girl it's me and you but we ain't alone,

Cus when I strongly skip all strings it makes a sexy tone

The way you dance all nite girl I can't explain,

Unto the music we making, I hear you say my name,

Then you say lingerie, why they call you lingerie,

And then I show you why the f*ck they call me lingerie,

No one could make a better melody than me and you girl

(That right)

Yay, I got a phone call from this one broad, she said she in town,

Wanna lick me cus she miss me, she wanna throw me around,

Now, I know you got a man boo but we can be friends,

She said I know you got a girl too, but we can pretend,

So I met her like 12:30 one summer afternoon,

She was in a PT Cruiser chilling with her junior,

I got my

She said you kinda icy, but specs the jeweler,

And you know those blue star ni**as is way cooler, and way smoother,

Talk rough, nigga she ain't use to

Putting the sound on ya like I'm lex luger, slice like freddy kreuger,

Don't need no kama sutra, it's roof.

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