Ludacris

Ludacris - Sex Faces lyrics

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I met this chick at motor city and her name was lexus

Ass out of control and her chest was reckless

So we exchanged numbers, plenty calls and texts about gaining new friends and axing our exes

In the back of my mind I just wanna to sex this, gotta give her the D and some pearls as a necklace

So I had her for dinner for dinner, woke up for breakfast, around 7:13 like houston, texas

She's everything I hope for in the bedroom, and like tyra banks I need some head room, cause she can suck off a golf ball through a garden hose

I never sat her on the bench she my starting hose

I’m on point at Game time, y’all be garden hoes, yes she never plays games like the parker bro, and we'll be drinkin conjure by the cases

Meanwhile your girl been exchanging sex faces



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You must be used to all the finer things

Infatuated by what money brings

It seems to me you hoes will never change

So all that’s left is for us to exchange



I met her at a restaurant, she was a waitress

One day I went in and sat at her table

She asked what will I be having, I said the basics

Well done steak, vegetables and potatoes

She asked if I will be having a drink, I said later

Bring me a glass of vodka and a chaser,

That's me and my homies sat and discuss papers

I could feel a fire burning me like a laser

I could see her thights through her uniform pants

So I didn't leave a tip, I left her an advance, along with my number, saying give me a call, and you knew I didn't have to leave my name at all

She called me when she got off, so I invited her to my loft

And she flew over like a moth thing, You know she came straight up outta all of that cloth

We had a couple blunts and some champagne, then she massaged all of my back pains

Then it became time for her to pack things

I say hit me up again we'll do the same thing

Jumped in the shower, I got out and saw a text message

It had a smiley face and said you're the best sexy

Xoxo exclamation, I replied I love your sex face



[Chorus]



You must be used to all the finer things

Infatuated by what money brings

It seems to me you hoes will never change

So all that’s left is for us to exchange
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