Can I talk to you
Can I talk to you
It's a quarter ta 3, and I know that you are ready
I'm /feelin kind of anxious, cuzz it's something that is on my mind
Pulled up in my Benz/open the door it's pouring outside,
Know what I came to do, but first can I talk to you
I ain't come all the way over here to waste your time,
I really just wanna know can I ease your mine,
I just wanna get on your softer side
Just so I can hit the hard spots of your spine
But it ain't never that simple can't just whip it out on ya temple, gotchu in the back of my 6 4, goddamn girl you so nimble,)!?? it's that classic game they like to play of fuckin cat and mouse but if I lay you on this freaky trap you'll never leave the house
You can ignore me, adore, slam the door on me, explore me, freak me, like you Otta be, if you really scared call the police. fulfill all your fantasies like want me, just say the word, already up the street, open the door please
I'm at your crib, tryna get in them ribs, and I'm bringing all the kids if you don't what that is open up ya mouth
Take ya pants off why you got me in the friends zone. You holdin out but your friends don't. Thing she gone say no but she won't
It's a quarter ta 3, and I know that you are ready
I'm /feelin kind of anxious, cuzz it's something that is on my mind
Pulled up in my Benz/open the door it's pouring outside,
Know what I came to do, but first can I talk to you
I ain't come all the way over here to waste your time,
I really just wanna know can I ease your mine,
I just wanna get on your softer side
Just so I can hit the hard spots of your spine
But it ain't never that simple can't just whip it out on ya temple, gotchu in the back of my 6 4, goddamn girl you so nimble,)!?? it's that classic game they like to play of fuckin cat and mouse but if I lay you on this freaky trap you'll never leave the house
You can ignore me, adore, slam the door on me, explore me, freak me, like you Otta be, if you really scared call the police. fulfill all your fantasies like want me, just say the word, already up the street, open the door please
I'm at your crib, tryna get in them ribs, and I'm bringing all the kids if you don't what that is open up ya mouth
Take ya pants off why you got me in the friends zone. You holdin out but your friends don't. Thing she gone say no but she won't
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Writer(s): Maurice Tyler
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