Burn

Chapter 9

Usher -

"Damn baby yo titties getting big as hell," I said as I watched her walk in the room and take her towel off. "Baby shut up," she laughed. "I'm serious, got a nigga wanting to suck on em," I said. "Uh uh you not sucking on nothing they hurt already," she said as she put my shirt on and got under the covers.

"Whatever girl, you already know I'm still gone be sucking on em," I said as I put my hoodie on. "Whatever, baby where you going?" She asked as she grabbed the remote.

"Studio, gotta work on this album, I said. "Usher really you gone leave me here by myself?" She asked. "Baby come on I gotta get this work done," I replied as I grabbed my keys.

"Whatever Usher, fuck you, go be with that bitch," she pouted as she turned the tv on. "Come on baby, you know I ain't going to be with nobody, I'm just going to work," I said as I walked over to her.

"Usher I'm not stupid you going to be with that Tamika bitch," she said. "Really baby that's my manager alright, nothing more nothing less," I said as I pecked her forehead. "Whatever," she replied. "Come on baby stop with all that, when I come back I wanna talk to you about something important," I said. "Fine," she replied. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and then I left.

I swear Taraji hormones been killing me the last couple of days. Whenever I went some where and did something she swore up and down I was cheating. If she wasn't hungry, she was horny. I was trying my best to just stay calm because I know she pregnant, but damn she killing a nigga.

I walked inside the studio where Tamika and Rick was there waiting on me. "Wassup Ross, you ready to get on this joint," I said as I gave him dap and then gave Tamika a hug. "Yeah let's get it," he replied. I grabbed my headphones and got inside the booth. The beat began to play and I started singing.

Usher, baby
I hear you, yeah
Rock with me
Fuck with me

Hey girl, I'm debating if I should take you home
Should I take you home?
I don't mean to keep you waiting
But I just gotta know
If you're ready

She says she wanna take her skirt off
Be my guest!
I decided to take my shirt off
And show my chest!
And we been sipping on that Merlot
So you know what's next
Working intermissions, switching positions
We so explicit oh!

You've been saying all night long
That you couldn't wait to get me all alone
What you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see
Girl, I can't wait to get you home
Talk a good game mate, come on
Holler 'bout what you gon' do to me
Quit talkin' about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see

I'll be anticipating
What you would do to me
What you gon' do to me
Sex, babe, education
Hands on when you're with me
Can you handle me, yeah

She says she wanna take her skirt off
Be my guest!
I decided to take my shirt off
And show my chest!
And we been sipping on that Merlot
So you know what's next
Working intermissions, switching positions
We so explicit oh!

You've been saying all night long
That you couldn't wait to get me all alone
What you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see
Girl, I can't wait to get you home
Talk a good game mate, come on
Holler 'bout what you gon' do to me
Quit talkin' about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see

Rick Ross :
Got on all my ice, talkin' cash shit
Been balling all my life, Lamborghini's, fast whips
She down to ride and
Deserves a boss who down to provide
We run the streets but on G5's, I'm talkin' fly
Boots and blue jeans, Cartier, newer rings
You with a big boy, so we do the big things
Had the valet park it, Chanel hoodie on
Looking like Trayvon Martin, George Zimmerman on warning
She on my morning poster,
Ciroc in my mimosa
I'm ballin' like Lebron,
We shoppin' in Milan
The 458 Ferrari, I park it on the lawn
I let her meet my tongue,
She blew up like a bomb
The sex is so explosive, her stuff is supersonic
She my new addiction, I swear I'm through with chronic
Rozay and Usher Raymond, girl we the hottest
Rocking the most ice, I said we the hottest