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Gotta Get You Home

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Gotta Get You Home

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Hold up let's take it from the top I Fox

Gets my swirve on. Floss pure rocks

In the six drop boo and it don't stop

See money lookin alright, yeah What up pop?

Across the room throwin signals,

I'm throwin 'em back

Flirtin cause I digs you like that

Peep baby boy's style, Hopin we match

He sent me Crown Royal with a note attached

It said 'You look like the type that know what you like,

I can tell by the jewels you go for the ice

Plus you wear shoes well the suits flows nice

I don't like the notes to well lets be more precise

Meet me by the VIP let's pow wow'

Whispered in my ear like boo lets bounce now

I'm bout to say peace to my mans for you

When it's all said and done I got plans for you

He said..

Chorus

BLACKstreet:

oooooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight

uh oh, uh oh

oooooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight

Baby I need you here tonight

At the bar high post

Frontin I toast

Gettin my flirt on playa ain't nothin

He tryin say the right word to get inside of here

Jackpot when he said his bullshit in here

And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace

Mind tellin me no

Body tellin me exit

Brests said yes give me more wet kisses

Uh twist my body like the exorsist

Hey the way he liked his lips he was mackin'

True thug passion

I'm like slow down before you crashin'

Nevermind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you

Or the way we sex on the villa up in Malibu

Marry who? Daddi please

I'm takin it all from the stash to the ki's (kilos)

Now let me see,

Boo I'm 'bout to debt my mans for you

When it's all said and done I got plans for you

He said...

Chorus

Grabbed me by the hand and led the way

Outside of the club talkin to Valle

Mind started to stray

Know your miles away

Contemplating goin back to his crib to parle

Jumped in the passenger seat relaxed my feet,

as he threw on Blackstreet casually

And we cruised the metro on premium petro

Eyes sized up my thighs and couldn't let go

Ta ta's perkin, your makin me high like Tony

work me, take me I'm hot

I thought for a minute and then my mind went

Sex all around the car isn't it ironic?

Back to reality, soul to soul

Breathin heavily but still in control

Bust the shy girl role put my hand on his leg

With sex in his eyes he turned and then he said...

Chorus

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