Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DFTF , by - Illa J. Song from the album Yancey Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.11.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Delicious Vinyl
Song language: English
DFTF |
| Datin', midnight mating |
| On the dancefloor usin our imagination |
| Picture me with pants off, I’m confidant cause you can’t keep your hands off |
| Now you’re sweatin, I think I seez a nip |
| Gotta check for da neck make sure you ain’t got a duck tucked |
| With a fist plus knuckles |
| Don’t take me so serious, I’m just tryin to bust chuckles |
| You so fine, I just wanna be all over yo' body like that love spell |
| While you playin untouchable, I’m incredible |
| Gotta be more flexible in the game |
| Let me buy that Boardwalk, no more small talk |
| I just wanna do business wit’chu |
| Fill each other’s glass up, let’s sip to you |
| In the passenger seat of my Bentley Coupe |
| Only if you my future, uhh |
| Baby why you fightin the feelin |
| Your body all nice and appealin |
| Baby take my hand, I’mma give you a night to believe in |
| And by the end we’ll be bitin and screamin, a nice evening |
| Baby your first mistake was lookin and battin your eyelashes |
| You was in a dance with a dude and I crashed it rude |
| From the door you were floored by my swagger |
| Had your ass moist and flowin with Niagra |
| My eyes are Pierce Brosnan, starin deep in your soul |
| My James Bond pimp demeanor is cold, whoa~! |
| You can walk and turn your back frontin |
| But you’ll be home eatin comfort food like fat woman (yummy) |
| I’m international don, the ace thriller |
| I’ll be bangin hard in broads smooth as J Dilla (Yancey) |
| You a lady singin the blues |
| I’m Billy Dee with the ring and the shoes, I ain’t got a damn thing to lose |
| Take my hand 'fore it falls off, you got a choice |
| Say yes makes me hard, sayin no makes my balls soft |
| You remind me of my ex-girl, hardheaded |
| So I’mma run up in your sex girl, hard hit it |
| Yeah |
| I hit the jumper, splash, on that ass back in and out |
| She lets me slide back into it |
| Don’t be abashed when I smash, wake up get my mash |
| And crash in my bed butt-naked |
| Get you a drink and bone, just leave your phone |
| Number I will call you if you got the job |
| And don’t be spyin on my pager |
| Don’t be lyin 'bout your age I, know you probably lie about your name |
| A lot more, sharp than you think |
| Do you think? |
| How about gettin, another, drink? |
| Gotta make a move you givin me the wink |
| Gotta say my package weigh a lot more than you think |
| I see you outside gettin in the club free |
| Lookin lovely |
| As soon as I seen you had wanted to bug me |
| I see me and you ba-bump ba-bumping |
| Ba-bump ba-bump |