U Make Me Wanna
Let's go
K.I.S.S me (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh, yeah)
A yo, the crib got your friends working
We travel to France for French curtains
You was there when I was on the bench hurtin'
Now that I own my team, it's only right that I condone my queen
Try to show her my dream
And I can't let her get lost now, she carries the money
The hammer and material across town
And understands she's fine and understands she's mine
She understands the grind, cook, cleans and irons
And whatever she wanna push I'ma co-sign
And if I ain't got it already than I'ma go find it
And I guess I'ma lucky don, and she's a lucky queen
'Cause her jewellery box looks like lucky charms
All colour stones and she knows that I'm in the hood
But she also knows that I'm coming home
Mr. Raspy thought I was in love with money
'Til the first time we getting nasty
K.I.S.S me (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh, yeah)
Uh, yo, whatever the road to paradise is, we on it
Gave me your income tax checks so I can get on with
Those were the days, these are the times
You held me down with nearly damn near everything, even my rhymes
I will play a song for you, and you will let me know exactly
How the ladies will respond from a women's point of view
And that's why my girl is with me
I love it when she layin' in the bed with a pearl long Vickie
The next best thing to a soldier
Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers
Just look in her eyes and tell she's real
Just imagine the way she smells and the way she feel
And the sex was crazy then and crazy still
And you know I'm from the streets so it's crazy ill
And we waitin' on the new island
We been to all them four, five times, come on mammy, we whilin'
K.I.S.S me (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love
Uh, when things was rough, only person I could call was you
Now everything I do, I do it all for you, uh
Come touch me, come kiss me
Come love me anyway you wanna, boy
And I'm good as long as I'm close to you
And we doing what grown folks is supposed to do, come on
Come hold me, come feel me (yeah)
Come take me anyway you wanna, boy
Yo the money is great but what we got is more better
We got the four letters when it comes from the heart it's more pleasure
And for the fact that you trust me still
Thus far, I appreciate what we've built
All the minks that I bought you that dragged the floor
And all the nights you sat up and bagged the roar
Damn, I'm thinking that you gotta hate it
But yet and still you tolerate it (we gon' make it)
That's why ma, we gotta make it (we gon' make it)
K.I.S.S me (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh)
K.I.S.S me (kiss me)
And I just wanna make
Love, love, love (yeah)
(Touch me) Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
And I just wanna make
Love, love, love
You make me sing, oh-oh-oh
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
This is special, this is special
K.I.S.S me (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh, yeah)
A yo, the crib got your friends working
We travel to France for French curtains
You was there when I was on the bench hurtin'
Now that I own my team, it's only right that I condone my queen
Try to show her my dream
And I can't let her get lost now, she carries the money
The hammer and material across town
And understands she's fine and understands she's mine
She understands the grind, cook, cleans and irons
And whatever she wanna push I'ma co-sign
And if I ain't got it already than I'ma go find it
And I guess I'ma lucky don, and she's a lucky queen
'Cause her jewellery box looks like lucky charms
All colour stones and she knows that I'm in the hood
But she also knows that I'm coming home
Mr. Raspy thought I was in love with money
'Til the first time we getting nasty
K.I.S.S me (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh, yeah)
Uh, yo, whatever the road to paradise is, we on it
Gave me your income tax checks so I can get on with
Those were the days, these are the times
You held me down with nearly damn near everything, even my rhymes
I will play a song for you, and you will let me know exactly
How the ladies will respond from a women's point of view
And that's why my girl is with me
I love it when she layin' in the bed with a pearl long Vickie
The next best thing to a soldier
Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers
Just look in her eyes and tell she's real
Just imagine the way she smells and the way she feel
And the sex was crazy then and crazy still
And you know I'm from the streets so it's crazy ill
And we waitin' on the new island
We been to all them four, five times, come on mammy, we whilin'
K.I.S.S me (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love
Uh, when things was rough, only person I could call was you
Now everything I do, I do it all for you, uh
Come touch me, come kiss me
Come love me anyway you wanna, boy
And I'm good as long as I'm close to you
And we doing what grown folks is supposed to do, come on
Come hold me, come feel me (yeah)
Come take me anyway you wanna, boy
Yo the money is great but what we got is more better
We got the four letters when it comes from the heart it's more pleasure
And for the fact that you trust me still
Thus far, I appreciate what we've built
All the minks that I bought you that dragged the floor
And all the nights you sat up and bagged the roar
Damn, I'm thinking that you gotta hate it
But yet and still you tolerate it (we gon' make it)
That's why ma, we gotta make it (we gon' make it)
K.I.S.S me (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh-huh, yeah)
Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
Uh, and I just wanna make
Love, love, love (uh)
K.I.S.S me (kiss me)
And I just wanna make
Love, love, love (yeah)
(Touch me) Uh, I love it when you say
K.I.S.S me
And I just wanna make
Love, love, love
You make me sing, oh-oh-oh
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
This is special, this is special
Credits
Writer(s): Mariah Carey, Scott Spencer Storch, Jason Phillips
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