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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Performer
Tank
Tank
Performer
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Performer
Anthony Hamilton
Anthony Hamilton
Performer
August Rigo
August Rigo
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
August Rigo
August Rigo
Songwriter
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh yeah
It's the general
Come on, kick it off one time, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm kissing, I'm sweating, I'm licking all over your body
Yeah, who else gon' beat it like me?
Keith Sweat, nobody
Yeah, he was good, but I'm really nice
Yeah, you let me shoot a deep blank on his life
Yeah, he fell in love after only one night
Yeah, and I ran off on that pussy twice
Oh, sh****
[Verse 3]
You always let me in, I got that slick talk
Keep that good wood on me
You loving the stick talk, stick talk
Used to think that we were so the same
I'm real R&B, these other **** lame
I'ma wake it up, you got the cake batter
Shit, I'ma bake it up
Put you back to sleep, baby girl, no picture
No hoe shit, 'cause I'm a real ****
[Verse 4]
Just let me rock (Let me rock)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
Rock you back
[Verse 5]
Both fell asleep looking so crazy
Like, blah, blah, blah
Till 6 o'clock in the morning we was goin' in
Like cha, cha, cha
Hit if from the back on my end tops
But now I'm sober
So, baby girl, turn over
[Verse 6]
Oh, oh, 'bout to go down
Something like a drop top
Taste so sweet, I'll be calling that a Pop Tart
Just let me rock
You get some sleep, I'll drive
Yeah, I'm pimping in it
Twelve player gang
Gangsta leanin' in it, going crazy
I'm tweaking, get high off that dope pussy
Every time we freaking
[Verse 7]
Baby, just let me rock
Ooh, baby girl
Let me fuck you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
I'll fuck you back to sleep, girl
Rock you back
[Verse 8]
Hop up in that eating on
But I'm really all into you
Staring in your eyes, hugging on your waist
Like a man should
Can't wait for you to come over
Let's get it started on the sofa
Hot thighs, long, strong, loving
Girl, I'm gonna put it on you
And I'm here to represent, girl
Baby, lying there shaking till you just can't take it
And I'm gonna put it down, girl
Let me work on you
Go to work on you
[Verse 9]
Just let me rock
Let me love you, baby
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
Oh, don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
I'll fuck you back to sleep, girl
And rock you back
[Verse 10]
Ain't sorry that I woke ya
Ain't sorry 'bout your job
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
Call in sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
Rock you back
[Verse 11]
Ain't sorry that I woke ya
Ain't sorry 'bout your job
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
Call in sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
Written by: Allen Ritter, Anderson Hernandez, August Rigo, Chris Brown, Mark Kevin Pitts, Matthew Jehu Samuels
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