Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turnin Me On, artist - Keri Hilson. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Turnin Me On |
| Yeah |
| Like this |
| Where you at, shawty? |
| You fly as hell, swagger right, brown skin poppin' |
| You know just how to talk to me, know just how I like it |
| You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you turnin' me on |
| Now wait a minute, lil' buster |
| You got one more time to feel on my booty |
| Better recognize a lady—that ain’t the way you do me |
| You turnin' me off, you turnin' me off, you turnin' me off |
| Better recognize a real woman |
| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh |
| You ever try to get that close to me |
| You better come correct how you 'proachin' me |
| Dime divas, give it to me |
| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh |
| I gotta be feelin' your energy |
| I gotta be for sure that you’re into me |
| Recognize a real woman |
| Goin' up on it, you actin' like you want it |
| And you stuntin' like your daddy, checkin' for this little mama |
| You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you turnin' me on |
| Now, wait a minute, lil' buster |
| Now, you don’t even know me but you wanna take me shopping |
| You a lame, I can tell it ain’t big shit poppin' |
| You turnin' me off, you turnin' me off, you turnin' me off |
| Better recognize a real woman |
| All you wanna do is holler at the cutest broad |
| To get up in them drawers |
| Got money, don’t try to buy me bottles |
| Got my own dollars—I could buy the bar if I wanted |
| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh |
| You ever try to get that close to me |
| You better come correct how you 'proachin' me |
| Dime divas, give it to me |
| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh |
| I gotta be feelin' your energy |
| I gotta be for sure that you’re into me (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ahem) |
| Recognize a real woman (Ha!) |
| I’m fly as hell, swagger right, brown skin poppin' like dynamite |
| Raw like China white, mama, I |
| Dig your persona, right, you look baby mama-type |
| I know that got you kinda hype, my ice is albino-white |
| I hope your vagina tight, I go underwater and |
| I hope your piranha bite, hahaha! |
| Hot Carter, I’ma kiss the spot for you |
| And I’ma kiss it till you scream—wait a minute, motherfucker, ha! |
| Yeah, I turn you on like a handle |
| Like a television on the Weather Channel |
| 'Cause I make it rain, girl; |
| now call me Wayne, girl |
| You just an earthling, you ain’t never been to Wayne’s World |
| I play to win, I bait 'em in |
| I do my thing, now, you’re in love with an alien |
| Polow on the beat, and Weezy F., I’m at the plate again |
| Keri, if you pitch it at me, I’ma swing away at it |
| Someone better play the fence, someone better tell 'em 'bout me |
| Baby, I’m the shit, and that’s the only thing you smell around me |
| Weezy F. Baby, don’t forget the F around me |
| And if you do, then get the F from 'round me |
| You’re turnin' me off (Ha, ha) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Polow! |
| I told you, I got you |
| Ms. Keri, baby (Ms. Keri, baby) |
| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh |
| You ever try to get that close to me |
| You better come correct how you 'proachin' me |
| Dime divas, give it to me |
| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I gotta be feelin' your energy |
| I gotta be for sure that you’re into me |
| Recognize a real woman |
| Hahaha |
| Yeah |
| Ms. Keri, baby |
| And Young Weezy, baby |
| It’s Young Mula, baby |
| Hahaha |
| Ayo, keep all my vocals too, Polow, man, don’t you laugh now |
| Yeah! |