Ceilin' Fan ft. Rodney Wilkerson Lyrics

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