Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give Me What I Want, artist - MC Lyte. Album song Seven & Seven (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2007
Record label: Elektra Entertainment
Song language: English
Give Me What I Want |
Verse 1: |
Here’s the situation, skip the talk. |
Let me know dog do you bite or bark? |
What it is soldier, you ready to march? |
Can you make me shoop, aww you just soft. |
'Cause I got no time for the games, |
just keep my spine full of pain, |
hit the boost then hit turbo, |
in this sexual inferno. |
Keep my lovin drippin drains, |
on love highway switchin lanes, |
show me different things, with the whip and chain, |
hit you with this grippin' pain. |
Test me out, is it alright? |
Stretch me out, is it alright? |
Come on baby, you aint finished, |
you servin' time I aint talkin minutes. |
Chorus: |
Make it hot for me all night, |
keep it coming strong, |
Give me what I want tonight, |
make it last long (what does it feel like) |
Verse 2: |
Certified Mrs, I Mrs, only get my time if his, |
somethin' can stay sunkin, |
all night until brunchin' |
get it right, manoever me, |
take your think nine, riger me, |
put my hair back, who the ruler be?, |
lovin' be so tight, no room for three. |
Tell me you want me, |
my love keep you horny, |
I knows my mother warned me, |
«Stay away from the masculine thing |
that keep me needin aspirin» |
Got me gaspining, for air passionate, |
sheets satining, mixed with silk, |
here’s my love, mixed with milk |
Chorus x2 |
Verse 3: |
Test me out feminine engine, |
brooklyn girl read the emblem, |
hem them men that’s hanging, |
ten inch might aint ending, |
Till it’s hot and you got me bent, |
on top of my thing you went, |
came nine times, going for the tenth, |
think you can hang if you attempt. |
With energy, when you enter me hold on, |
ging for a ride hope it don’t fold on, |
me, when we in the midst, |
of battlin' with my slip, |
no babbling, close your lips, |
getting colse to this, |
nothing close to it, |
feelin' that I feel when I’m next to you, |
stressed for you, please stretch me too, |
Night got me right as we take a flight, |
through the clouds of love, highest heights, |
my things tighter than a juiced pocket, |
think you Houston, go head and rock it. |
Chorus until fade. |