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