Ceilin' Fan (feat. Rodney Wilkerson) Video (MV)

So, you comfortable
Want me to turn that ceiling fan off
Nah, it's cool
Nothing feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
Your pretty brown eyes staring inside me
While I'm lookin' at the ceiling fan
Nothing feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
Your pretty brown eyes staring inside me
While I'm lookin' at the ceiling fan
Yean gotta go slow, girl, turn the heat up
You can speed up, no time to ease up
Tell me, are they D cups or C cups
It don't matter, you tough, let me give you hiccups
You on top of me, ridin' properly
P-poppin' me, pop lockin' me, body rockin' me
Hope you never get off top of me
Slop sloppily, slip slippery
There's no other place I'd rather be
Me inside you, with vitamin D
Everything about you entices me
I'm on my back, you on my top
I hope this ride here never stop
I don't know Jay-Z, but this the Roc
And just like Glock's, I'm bout to pop
You're like a waterfall
When you walk in, niggas wanna fall
Pissin' all of these hoes
Like Kelly pissed on broads, they're average
Below you, baby, you overall
You stand tall, like Yao Ming
With his arms up, holdin' a ball
Go to the mall, get what you want
Baby, just ball
Gone buy your clothes for the summer
Winter, spring, and fall
Bitches just can't understand
How he got the Candy Man
Lyin' in his bed like he dead
Lookin' at the ceiling
Nothing feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
Your pretty brown eyes staring inside me
While I'm lookin' at the ceiling fan
Nothing feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
Your pretty brown eyes staring inside me
While I'm lookin' at the ceiling fan
I'm in it like a gynecologist
Took a break from the hustle
Have no apologies
How you work my love muscle
It feels so good, girl
Even though you so classy
You be so hood, girl
How you ride me so nasty
You do it good, girl
And nothing feels better
Ain't nothin' wetter
But the ocean or some inclement weather
You got me shakin' but
I don't need no sweater
If I was a lame fella
You'd get all my cheddar, baby
Nothing feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
I'm tryin' not to bust prematurely, baby
Why I'm lookin' at that ceiling fan
With them big brown thighs
Like yeast I rise
My d--k heavy like some legs
That's been paralyzed
With your pretty brown eyes staring inside mine
You a starter but I'm lovin
How you ridin' the pine
Nothing feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
Your pretty brown eyes staring inside me
While I'm lookin' at that ceiling fan
Nothin' feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
Your pretty brown eyes staring inside me
While I'm lookin' at that ceiling fan
Nothin' feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
Your pretty brown eyes staring inside me
While I'm lookin' at that ceiling fan
Nothin' feels better than you on top of me
With your breast in my hand
Your pretty brown eyes staring inside me
While I'm lookin' at that ceiling fan