| Ah-ah, na-na
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| Ah-ah, na-na
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| First time I seen your face I was like «damn»
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| Put your arm around my waist I was like «man»
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| Gentle with the touch I ain’t fuss still a strong hand
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| I ain’t know if I should lust or play it like a man
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| True I’m human like you but gotta play it smart
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| Questions I gotta ask for we get this start
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| Pulse racing fast damn can you feel my heart
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| Got me feeling wild yeah you doin your playa part
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| Tryin to feel you up excuse me I mean feel you out
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| What your life like tell me what your mind about
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| Oh you ain’t even trynna share no secrets straight to bis
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| Wifey, baby mother, you got any kids
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| One word answers oh I ain’t feeling that
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| Then the pain for american express black
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| But I’m a play it cool and let you think you running things
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| You seem official long as you ain’t runnin names
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| You ain’t getting none
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| His touch it really turns me on
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| This message comes from me to you
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| Please stop touchin' on me (you know you want it)
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| But I got go
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| You ain’t getting none
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| His touch it really turns me on
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| This message comes from me to you
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| Please stop touchin' on me (you know you want it)
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| But I got go
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| Listen baby you know that I’m attracted to you crazy
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| But I ain’t gonna play stupid so you can try to play me
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| You ain’t really tellin' me shit and try’nna slay me
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| And on the real this quiet shit is startin' to drive me crazy
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| The only thing that’s keepin' me still is sex appeal
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| Strong but silent type is that you what the deal you
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| Know what I like on me gotta keep it real
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| Something in my mind sayin' that you probably got the skills
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| But I ain’t giving in your friends they feminine
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| And I don’t know how many of them you might be swimmin' in
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| But them lips though make me wanna try my luck
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| Straight thug what I love and you got me stuck
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| Cause you dress right I’m supposed to be pressed right
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| But on the real you got me thinking if I could be blessed tonight
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| Let me stop thinking these things it’s not polite
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| I wanna give it to you raw but I’mma put up a fight
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| You ain’t getting none
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| His touch it really turns me on
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| This message comes from me to you
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| Please stop touchin' on me (you know you want it)
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| But I got go
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| You ain’t getting none
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| His touch it really turns me on
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| This message comes from me to you
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| Please stop touchin' on me (you know you want it)
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| But I got go
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| From subliminal seduction not really touchin'
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| But like rubbin' actin like you wantin' nothin'
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| Your eyes say it all playboy but you no rushin'
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| Treat me like your pray only your sexual huntin'
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| I’m runnin' frontin' cause really I’m wantin' to
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| Let you lay me down pound for pound we be crushin'
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| I’m tight vexed cause I’m really dwellin' on the sex
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| Chills up my spine the way you smellin' up my neck
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| I’m like putty in your hands I gotta keep my composure
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| Plus I’m try’nna remember how long I really known ya
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| You make it hard fightin' you off is like a job
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| But I’m doin' good so far body startin' to throb
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| Should I give in ready to open my garage
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| And let you park in the dark but damn I gotta
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| Fight you off gotta roll out but before I leave
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| You need know that dinner was lovely but I really gotta go
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| You ain’t getting none
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| His touch it really turns me on
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| This message comes from me to you
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| Please stop touchin' on me (you know you want it)
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| But I got go
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| You ain’t getting none
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| (Ah-ah, na-na)
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| His touch it really turns me on
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| This message comes from me to you
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| Please stop touchin' on me (you know you want it)
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| But I got go |