WiLD THANG
You want me to think that you're wild
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh Yea
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh Yea
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh Yea
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh Yea Yea Yea
Show me what you got
I know you got a lil wild thang
Show me, show me, show me what you got
I know you got a little wild thing
Pull you to the side like
Goddamn, I'ma make you my thing
If I get your number, please answer when the phone ring
Please don't leave me tripping on ya
Trippin on ya
My heart's like gold, my heart's so full
I gave my all, I go tenfold
Just hope you hold your love, go 50-50 with me
Baby, hope you love me like I'm loving on you
Baby, hope you never lie behind my back
Can't take another heart attack
Struck down, bitches fake
That is just fucking facts
That would be a tragedy
After all, I brought my back for you
Gone across the map for you
Listened when no one would listen
Gave you what no one would've given
Saw the vision right from its ignition
We pop like Magician
This shit like nuclear fission
Fizz like the cola we sippin
Bubbling, ready for emission
But this industry so lame
I don't even want the fucking fame
Just let the music heal the pain
Show me, show me, show me what you got
I know you got a little wild thing
Pull you to the side like
Goddamn, I'ma make you my thing
If I get your number, please answer when the phone ring
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Trippin' on ya
Tri-tri-trippin' on ya, I've been thinking about you
My heart stop when we cross ways
Can tell you sweet as a parfait
If we link, I don't wanna part ways
Heard you dancing on Broadway
You sing a little but you shy
You scared to open up cause past men were bad guys
But trust me, baby, that is like the furthest thing from I
We could sit down, talk about what you got pent up inside
No rush, either, we got time
Go live a little, feel free a little
When you ready, then step up
And show them what you made of
Confront those issues in the ring
One, two, one, two, let them swing
Send his ass to Beijing, one, two, three
Show me, show me, show me what you got
I know you got a little wild thing
Pull you to the side like
Goddamn, I'ma make you my thing
If I get your number, please answer when the phone ring
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Trippin' on ya
Trippin' on ya
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Pwa
Pwa
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh Yea
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh Yea
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh Yea
Uh-Huh Uh-Huh Yea Yea Yea
Show me what you got
I know you got a lil wild thang
Show me, show me, show me what you got
I know you got a little wild thing
Pull you to the side like
Goddamn, I'ma make you my thing
If I get your number, please answer when the phone ring
Please don't leave me tripping on ya
Trippin on ya
My heart's like gold, my heart's so full
I gave my all, I go tenfold
Just hope you hold your love, go 50-50 with me
Baby, hope you love me like I'm loving on you
Baby, hope you never lie behind my back
Can't take another heart attack
Struck down, bitches fake
That is just fucking facts
That would be a tragedy
After all, I brought my back for you
Gone across the map for you
Listened when no one would listen
Gave you what no one would've given
Saw the vision right from its ignition
We pop like Magician
This shit like nuclear fission
Fizz like the cola we sippin
Bubbling, ready for emission
But this industry so lame
I don't even want the fucking fame
Just let the music heal the pain
Show me, show me, show me what you got
I know you got a little wild thing
Pull you to the side like
Goddamn, I'ma make you my thing
If I get your number, please answer when the phone ring
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Trippin' on ya
Tri-tri-trippin' on ya, I've been thinking about you
My heart stop when we cross ways
Can tell you sweet as a parfait
If we link, I don't wanna part ways
Heard you dancing on Broadway
You sing a little but you shy
You scared to open up cause past men were bad guys
But trust me, baby, that is like the furthest thing from I
We could sit down, talk about what you got pent up inside
No rush, either, we got time
Go live a little, feel free a little
When you ready, then step up
And show them what you made of
Confront those issues in the ring
One, two, one, two, let them swing
Send his ass to Beijing, one, two, three
Show me, show me, show me what you got
I know you got a little wild thing
Pull you to the side like
Goddamn, I'ma make you my thing
If I get your number, please answer when the phone ring
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Trippin' on ya
Trippin' on ya
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Please don't leave me trippin' on ya
Pwa
Pwa
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Writer(s): Nicholas Maggi
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