| 作曲 : Blackmon, Jeffers | |
| First time | |
| I seen your face, | |
| I was like, "Damn" | |
| Put your arm around my waist, | |
| I was like, "Man" | |
| Gentle with the touch | |
| I ain't fuss still a strong hand | |
| I ain't know if | |
| I should lust or play it like a man | |
| True, I'm human like you but gotta play it smart | |
| Questions, | |
| I gotta ask before we get this start | |
| Pulse racing fast, damn can you feel my heart | |
| Got me feeling wild, yeah, you doin' your playa part | |
| Tryin' to feel you up, excuse me, | |
| I mean feel you out | |
| What your life like, tell me what your mind about | |
| Oh, you ain't even trynna share no secrets straight to bis | |
| Wifey, baby mother, you got any kids | |
| One word answers, oh, | |
| I ain't feelin' that | |
| Then the pain for | |
| American Express black | |
| But I'm a play it cool and let you think you runnin' things | |
| You seem official long as you ain't runnin' names | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| Listen, baby, you know that | |
| I'm attracted to you crazy | |
| But I ain't gonna play stupid so you can try to play me | |
| You ain't really tellin' me shit and trynna slay me | |
| And on the real this quiet shit is startin' to drive me crazy | |
| The only thing that's keepin' me still is sex appeal | |
| Strong but silent type is that you what the deal you | |
| Know what | |
| I like on me gotta keep it real | |
| Somethin' in my mind sayin' that you probably got the skills | |
| But I ain't givin' in, your friends they feminine | |
| And I don't know how many of them you might be swimmin' in | |
| But them lips though make me wanna try my luck | |
| Straight thug what | |
| I love and you got me stuck' | |
| Cause you dress right, | |
| I'm supposed to be pressed right | |
| But on the real you got me thinkin' if | |
| I could be blessed tonight | |
| Let me stop thinkin' these things it's not polite | |
| I wanna give it to you raw but | |
| I'mma put up a fight | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| From subliminal seduction not really touchin' | |
| But like rubbin' actin' like you wantin' nothin' | |
| Your eyes say it all playboy but you no rushin' | |
| Treat me like your pray only your sexual huntin' | |
| I'm runnin', frontin', 'cause really | |
| I'm wantin' to | |
| Let you lay me down pound for pound we be crushin' | |
| I'm tight vexed, 'cause | |
| I'm really dwellin' on the sex | |
| Chills up my spine the way you smellin' up my neck | |
| I'm like putty in your hands, | |
| I gotta keep my composure | |
| Plus I'm trynna remember how long | |
| I really known ya | |
| You make it hard fightin' you off is like a job | |
| But I'm doin good so far body startin' to throb | |
| Should I give in ready to open my garage | |
| And let you park in the dark but damn | |
| I gottaFight you off gotta roll out but before | |
| I leaveYou need know that dinner was lovely but | |
| I really gotta go | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain't getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me(You know you want it) | |
| But I got go |
| zuo qu : Blackmon, Jeffers | |
| First time | |
| I seen your face, | |
| I was like, " Damn" | |
| Put your arm around my waist, | |
| I was like, " Man" | |
| Gentle with the touch | |
| I ain' t fuss still a strong hand | |
| I ain' t know if | |
| I should lust or play it like a man | |
| True, I' m human like you but gotta play it smart | |
| Questions, | |
| I gotta ask before we get this start | |
| Pulse racing fast, damn can you feel my heart | |
| Got me feeling wild, yeah, you doin' your playa part | |
| Tryin' to feel you up, excuse me, | |
| I mean feel you out | |
| What your life like, tell me what your mind about | |
| Oh, you ain' t even trynna share no secrets straight to bis | |
| Wifey, baby mother, you got any kids | |
| One word answers, oh, | |
| I ain' t feelin' that | |
| Then the pain for | |
| American Express black | |
| But I' m a play it cool and let you think you runnin' things | |
| You seem official long as you ain' t runnin' names | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| Listen, baby, you know that | |
| I' m attracted to you crazy | |
| But I ain' t gonna play stupid so you can try to play me | |
| You ain' t really tellin' me shit and trynna slay me | |
| And on the real this quiet shit is startin' to drive me crazy | |
| The only thing that' s keepin' me still is sex appeal | |
| Strong but silent type is that you what the deal you | |
| Know what | |
| I like on me gotta keep it real | |
| Somethin' in my mind sayin' that you probably got the skills | |
| But I ain' t givin' in, your friends they feminine | |
| And I don' t know how many of them you might be swimmin' in | |
| But them lips though make me wanna try my luck | |
| Straight thug what | |
| I love and you got me stuck' | |
| Cause you dress right, | |
| I' m supposed to be pressed right | |
| But on the real you got me thinkin' if | |
| I could be blessed tonight | |
| Let me stop thinkin' these things it' s not polite | |
| I wanna give it to you raw but | |
| I' mma put up a fight | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| From subliminal seduction not really touchin' | |
| But like rubbin' actin' like you wantin' nothin' | |
| Your eyes say it all playboy but you no rushin' | |
| Treat me like your pray only your sexual huntin' | |
| I' m runnin', frontin', ' cause really | |
| I' m wantin' to | |
| Let you lay me down pound for pound we be crushin' | |
| I' m tight vexed, ' cause | |
| I' m really dwellin' on the sex | |
| Chills up my spine the way you smellin' up my neck | |
| I' m like putty in your hands, | |
| I gotta keep my composure | |
| Plus I' m trynna remember how long | |
| I really known ya | |
| You make it hard fightin' you off is like a job | |
| But I' m doin good so far body startin' to throb | |
| Should I give in ready to open my garage | |
| And let you park in the dark but damn | |
| I gottaFight you off gotta roll out but before | |
| I leaveYou need know that dinner was lovely but | |
| I really gotta go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go |
| zuò qǔ : Blackmon, Jeffers | |
| First time | |
| I seen your face, | |
| I was like, " Damn" | |
| Put your arm around my waist, | |
| I was like, " Man" | |
| Gentle with the touch | |
| I ain' t fuss still a strong hand | |
| I ain' t know if | |
| I should lust or play it like a man | |
| True, I' m human like you but gotta play it smart | |
| Questions, | |
| I gotta ask before we get this start | |
| Pulse racing fast, damn can you feel my heart | |
| Got me feeling wild, yeah, you doin' your playa part | |
| Tryin' to feel you up, excuse me, | |
| I mean feel you out | |
| What your life like, tell me what your mind about | |
| Oh, you ain' t even trynna share no secrets straight to bis | |
| Wifey, baby mother, you got any kids | |
| One word answers, oh, | |
| I ain' t feelin' that | |
| Then the pain for | |
| American Express black | |
| But I' m a play it cool and let you think you runnin' things | |
| You seem official long as you ain' t runnin' names | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| Listen, baby, you know that | |
| I' m attracted to you crazy | |
| But I ain' t gonna play stupid so you can try to play me | |
| You ain' t really tellin' me shit and trynna slay me | |
| And on the real this quiet shit is startin' to drive me crazy | |
| The only thing that' s keepin' me still is sex appeal | |
| Strong but silent type is that you what the deal you | |
| Know what | |
| I like on me gotta keep it real | |
| Somethin' in my mind sayin' that you probably got the skills | |
| But I ain' t givin' in, your friends they feminine | |
| And I don' t know how many of them you might be swimmin' in | |
| But them lips though make me wanna try my luck | |
| Straight thug what | |
| I love and you got me stuck' | |
| Cause you dress right, | |
| I' m supposed to be pressed right | |
| But on the real you got me thinkin' if | |
| I could be blessed tonight | |
| Let me stop thinkin' these things it' s not polite | |
| I wanna give it to you raw but | |
| I' mma put up a fight | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| From subliminal seduction not really touchin' | |
| But like rubbin' actin' like you wantin' nothin' | |
| Your eyes say it all playboy but you no rushin' | |
| Treat me like your pray only your sexual huntin' | |
| I' m runnin', frontin', ' cause really | |
| I' m wantin' to | |
| Let you lay me down pound for pound we be crushin' | |
| I' m tight vexed, ' cause | |
| I' m really dwellin' on the sex | |
| Chills up my spine the way you smellin' up my neck | |
| I' m like putty in your hands, | |
| I gotta keep my composure | |
| Plus I' m trynna remember how long | |
| I really known ya | |
| You make it hard fightin' you off is like a job | |
| But I' m doin good so far body startin' to throb | |
| Should I give in ready to open my garage | |
| And let you park in the dark but damn | |
| I gottaFight you off gotta roll out but before | |
| I leaveYou need know that dinner was lovely but | |
| I really gotta go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go | |
| You ain' t getting none | |
| His touch it really turns me on | |
| This message comes from me to you | |
| Please stop touchin' on me You know you want it | |
| But I got go |
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