You're now in the mix with Black Baethoven
I just want a taste of your sweet red pomelo
I just want a taste of your sweet red pomelo, pomelo
'Cause I been thinking 'bout them thighs, and I'm itching to prove
That a strong tree trunk produces the juiciest fruit
Ooo we, ooo me, oh my
I been all around the world on a chariot ride
But Apollo ain't been my pilot, sun move
I'm gliding overseas, now I'm settled in China
And I barely can't believe my eyes
Red flags and handbags, and people with they head in the sand
Bought my first Rollie, I must be an elegant man
Either that, or I'm insane
But either way, it feels the same
And I can guarantee, you never met another nigga like me
Going for endeavors like me
Get the pussy wetter like me
Have it all soaking like it's been in stormy weather like me
Look me in my eyes, and tell me what you willing to do
'Cause I been thinking 'bout them thighs, and I'm itching to prove
That a strong tree trunk produces the juiciest fruit
I just want a taste of your sweet red pomelo
I just want a taste of your sweet red pomelo, pomelo
'Cause I been thinking 'bout them thighs, and I'm itching to prove
That a strong tree trunk produces the juiciest fruit