Poetic Sex Lyrics - Buffet - R. Kelly

My sex is poetic 

I'm about to get you mad pregnant 

Yeah 

First RnB [?] 

My mic be the knife 

Imma take a stab at it ok 

Allow me to paint the picture your mind being the canvas 

I take you spiritually high your plane never be landing 

No navigation locating that spot 

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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 you heart beat starts to rise 

Your pupils is dilatin' you believe you can fly man 

These nigga's can't fuck me 

Rolled in my hands 

These nigga's can't even hold palm in their hands 

Roll up in that bassline 

Snatch you up with these hits 

You're abducted by this shit 

Oh baby 

Come and feed me baby 

Girl put your body on a dinner plate 

I just can't get enough of your buffet 

Photos 

And I'm so hungry 

Baby feed me 

All I can eat babe 

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 a elevate ya 

Just let that soak in 

And I ain't gonna bathe off that shit, imma soak in 

It's poker 

And I got you all in 

I got you so open all I got to do is fall in 

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 

Oh baby 

Come 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 

Baby feed me 

All I can eat babe 

Sitting 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 

Yeah 

And I represent my sex like I respresnet my city Chi 

Yeah 

Smoking on my melody and you could say we getting high 

Yeah 

And now I got the munchies bout to eat it call it dinner time 

Yeah 

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 imma have you leaking 

And I promise you gonna love it 

Girl my sex rich them nigga's is on a budget 

I make it talk need no translation 

I'm swimming in it need no flotation 

Lock me up in it need no probation 

My girl no temptations 

Bout to make you sweat huh 

I turn up the Fahrenheit 

Drink from 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 

Oh baby 

Come 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 

Baby feed me 

All I can eat babe 

My sex is poetic 

Girl let me get your mind read