A lil raunchy at best, but PJ shows great charisma and sexual poise while still wearing his loafers.
lyrics
Chrous:
Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/
She get me high just like a vulture/
She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills
Feelin ill losin focus, so I/
Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/
I stroke her in my loafers//
Verse 1:
Checkin her demeanor, I mean she meaner than a Gena mix with Ike/ Turn her out I'm a beat it like a bad child/ Or Mike Jack, Van Dam, I might add/ She the sickest, flickin' in all my pictures, gifted with good intentions did I mention she's a vixen/ Positioned from the back with a arch, comes addictive and highly exaggerated so what I did was tip her/ Here's an A for effort, shawty flow ridiculous, name yo taste and pleasure, I'll be yo prescription/ Your forbidden love hate it whatever contemplations you take it knowing that this feelins indifferent but hey/ Shawty with it, got her mind blown, hit it past the hour, no matter time zone/ No need for a receipt to say that I own that pussy, ice cold//
Chrous:
Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/
She get me high, just like a vulture/
She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills
Feelin ill losin focus, so I/
Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/
I stroke her in my loafers//
Verse 2:
Pardon my manners, but skip the camera lights/ Gettin high, I'd be damn if I, ask twice/ Sounds crazy be it candid my, intentions, if it's clear take advantage ma/ You get the picture? Livid kisses my wish is you be willing got me trippin when lickin toes and titties/ I'm addicted even if my, sole intention is nut, so pretentious/ Still I couldn't give fuck, of who you are baby, unless you mine/ Couldn't give a shit but give it time, given pleasures you would mind, this forever to be ours, to have and to hold, nah I'm lyin/ Still the truth is you the baddest with me, but skip the adulation, give me ass and titties/ This is my right to have is it, than let's see what happenin with it//
Chrous:
Backseat trippin, you like it don't ya?/
She get me high just like a vulture/
She got skills give me chills, got me open type thrills
Feelin ill losin focus, so I/
Stroke her in my loafers/ yeah, yea, yeah/
I stroke her in my loafers//
Verse 3:
Quit playin' won't you dance for me/ Quicksand, split stance no hands on it/ Give me kiss don't pass on it/ Give me kiss don't pass on it/ Ain't had it like this since the tenth grade, cold crush, no cuts on the first date/ No guts no glory oh boy why shawty got to tease/ I'm kiddin'/ Why you trippin fixin to call me later/ Quickies is only ify what if we just call it fair just give me all my desires, I'll give you what I can bare, or leave me with no remorse, believe I wouldn't care//
[Ha]
I stroke her in my loafers, yeah, yeah/ I stroke her in my loafers, yeah//
Growing up in Baltimore, MD, Patrick "PJ4short" Bean was introduced to hip hop at an early age and never looked back. His
infactuation for music by the likes of Nas and Eminem proved most dominant among his lifestyle, yet it wasn't until he fell victim to Kurt Cobain's Generation X supergroup Nirvana that he began to formulate a style of his own. He began to wow listeners with his raunchy lyrics....more