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I mean, ya know I betta just show you But, I mean, if you wanted to talk about it, shit Had ya like oh, Sean Brown, oh oh oh () Wait till we get home, I got some things I really wanna do You been true to yo nigga since the begginin', that's the truth Leave that lady at the door and turn her to the freak I know Get me my own stripper show, drop yo panties to the flo' Here we go, takin' off, let yo mind just lose control Let yo body take ova, we can do it fast or slow Let me know, I swear it drippin', body slippin', monster rate(?) You like the good bae, we gon' keep it thumpin' Oh, yeah, no hesitation, let's take it all away We gon' do it all through the night until we see the day I'm addicted, you my fix, I think I need anotha hit Girl, stop playn, come ova here, get on top of this () Sweety little thing wait till we get home J' wait till we get home Sure, I came up the stairs, to the room, close the door All night, finna go, all night Girl, it's the way I go, from the shop to the bed To the floor like I got nothin' on me Girl, just wait till we get home And I bet you gon' need that Ya moanin', best believe that (2: Math Allen) Juices flowin' got no patience I'mma strip ya down right here The way you look you stay in the gym Just to keep up with that rear Heart poundin', lil nervous Don't be scared, that's natural I feel bad for them otha ones that had to let ya go Just to let ya know, everything I say is actual Facts, that's fo' sure, and yo body, I need more of that Ass fat, it don't fit in em jeans, and I need all of that Set the tone, put some R&B and we ain't goin' back Spark that plug, baby get lifted Talk nasty, baby talk yo shit Kill all vibe, don't let no bitch Ruin our thing, now bring em lips Closer to me, you the director, baby, now start the movie Cut dough again, show me how ya gonna do me Next scene, new role, we can trade places On the bed, to the floor, fuck a vacation Cuz we got everything we needed from the fuck I'mma need ya dope, not to be dumb, but make it up () Wait till we get home J' wait till we get home Sure, I came up the stairs, to the room, close the door All night, finna go, all night Girl, it's the way I go, from the shop to the bed To the floor like I got nothin' on me Girl, just wait till we get home And I bet you gon' need that Ya moanin', best believe that
Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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