Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DFTF, artist - Illa J. Album song Yancey Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |