Lyrics On the Hotline - Pretty Ricky

On the Hotline

Let’s talk about sex baby
Let’s talk about you and me
Let’s talk about bubbles in the tub
Let’s talk about making love
Let’s talk about cherries on top, girl it’s going down
Said I wanna talk dirty to you baby, on the hotline
On the hotline, it’s not enough but I had to call you
Cause I’m home alone lusting for you
I’m in my room, nothing but a towel on
Take them granny panties off, put a thong on
I love it when I hear you moan
You got that sexy tone that turns your boy on
You in a complete 'nother city on the fan line
With nothing but a baby tee on
You the kind of girl that’s sexy in some boxer shorts
I’m the kind of player to make you ride it like a Porsche
Yeah, I met you on MySpace, now I’m about to fly you out to my place
In the morning
(Verse 2: Slick Em)
It’s 5:30 in the morning, you’re moaning
I’m yawning (I'm yawning)
I’m lonely (I'm lonely)
We touching and rubbing
Call me (call me)
My darling (my darling)
Called you seven times, baby girl
Don’t stall me
I wanna kiss you from your temple to your feet
From the dimples in your cheek, tattoo or your belly ring
Conversation underneath the sheets
You know me, Red Bull like a energy, I’m a freak
Yeah, girl, you know I put it down like a vet
Say the sound of my deep voice make her sweat
You call me 5 a.m. on the dot
And I’ma think about you from the bottom to the top
Picture this: you say you coming over
Thirty minutes later you was parking the Rover
Jumped out the car and I met you at the door
Three seconds in the house and your begging me for more
Kiss you in the mouth, lay your hands on my cheeks
Straight action on the carpet, rug burns on my knees
Overdose on this love, scratch marks on my chest
Satisfied guaranteed with the Playboy spec