Casa Del Sucio

[Intro]
You? A love poem?
Papiseed Street

[Verse 1]
I don't pop a perk, I pop a addy, get to working
She tag me, why she always @ me when she get to twerking?
Why she wanna distract from my main purpose?
She call me "Daddy" when she start thirsting
Just call me "Papi," I prefer that version
First it's flirting since something's stirring
I can see it steaming, perspirating, hurting, see it's urgent
Practically creaming when we get to [?]
Call me St. Paddy's addy, she be tweaking, shrieking
It's a feeling that she can't keep it
Release her of her demons, I convert her
Convulsions, twisting, turning
With every stroke it's a different motion
This just the start of the conversion
You see how through sex we conversing
Like learning a different language
Switching positions, tryna hit it perfect
Get that specific angle
You want it slow or you want me to spank you?
Or a mix of both, pound you out, kiss you, call you my angel
[?] while I'm in you put you on a table
Girl, I'm ready, willing and able to provide food on the table
When I slay you, I saved you
Laid you out, praying to Jesus
You know you came every time I came through

[Verse 2]
Uh, look
You wilding, girl, but how could I blame you?
[?] wanna talk signs
Moon rise, stars lined up
I'm a [?] born on the line
I'm borderline lover boy, no, I'm not that other guy
I'm [?] but with more grit, less rich, even more surprised
City chicks talk so slick, think they all fly
Until they slip [?] time
At all times been on this, got 'em all crying
I been caught lying too many times
Don't talk, just walk around shining
There's gold in me, no silver lining
No fold in me, just [?]
[?] the shits I'm wilding
[?] I'm writing

[Outro]
You just said that thinking of trash reminds you of me
I know, I did
And I even made it rhyme