| You already know that I like it hardcore
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| I’m from Brooklyn, you can leave ya Timberlands on Creep like a Grem-i-lin, I’m a late night broad (Once again it’s on)
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| Soon as you turn ya brake lights off I’ma work you right off
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| Brown nigga, what
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| You already know I turn around nigga (Ssss) what
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| Tonight’s your night girl (Yes)
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| I’m trynin’to give you that thing to make you say (Yes)
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| From the kitchen floor down to the fire place (Yes)
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| Insense burning, your body’s talking that shit to me Cancel that phone (Yes)
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| he only sound I’m tryin’to hear is your moan (Yes)
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| You ridin’topless, no panties on (Yes)
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| And I’ve been thinkin''bout this all day long
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| You’re giving me the fire though.
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| Papa coming home, like to give you that raw
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| Favorite position, from the back door
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| Girl you know the drill don’t ask no questions, you already know
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| Is your girl Jenny home (Yes)
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| Call her up and tell her it’s 'bout to be on (Yes)
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| Tell her don’t show if it ain’t heels and thongs (Yes)
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| I can already see it, ooh what a feeling
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| Just don’t (Yes)
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| Get jealous if I hit that to hard (Yes)
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| Cuz you come first
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| You know your my heart (Yes)
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| Cuz it’ll always be your’s, girl I’m 'bout to turn you out
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| You know just how I like it to see it
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| (You know just how I like to see it)
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| You know just how I like beat it, you already know
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| You know I like to go down and eat it
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| (I love it when you go down and eat it)
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| And you know I won’t stop until you get it, you already know
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| You already know, brain game I got it Plus I cut like I trained Lorraine Bobbit
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| Fox got box to brings rings out ya pocket
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| Like a cell phone is in there
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| When you in here, feel like you in the air
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| Nothin’can compare 'cept for like you in the Lear… jet
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| Yes, we’re takin’off
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| Buckle ya seat belts, nigga ya need help
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| F-O-X, male in distress
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| Thought you could put it on me, only except he never factored
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| Me throwin’it back-backwards
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| Back shots on the back of the matress
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| I can fake it like an actress if you want me to Or I can wine it like Passion, that’s what I wanna do Tell a ball player dude he can slide on true
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| Check one, one two, come on Check one, one two (Once again it’s on) |