Curly Top Ricardo

Early a.m. on the wake up, for my morning jog

Rolling over stretching, gazing in her pearly eyes

Body language talking to me, wit her dirty mind

She wanna lay, and rub her fingers through my Curly top

Threaded counts 800, that's the perfect number

Cardo taking her to school, and she learning something

She a master wit da spachler, and she work a oven

Notes on da family hub, you the perfect husband

She got me blushing, blowing kisses, through the double doors

Sending texts, just to let me know she wanted more

My response is you in trouble when I see you later

Got you caught up in da rapture, like Anita baker