Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some say the X make the sex spectacular
Make me link you from your neck to your back
Then ya shivering, tongue delivering
Chills up that spine, that ass is mines, uh
[Verse 2]
Baby, I love the way
You take control of me
You fit inside of me
Something 'bout the way you fuck me
[Verse 3]
Remember when I used to play between your legs?
You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head
Straight to your mother's bed
Not the Marriott, we be lucky if we find a spot
Next to your sister, damn, I really miss her
Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that
Way she used to giggle when your ass would wiggle
Can't wait to get you all alone
'Cause you be putting it down and you be making me moan, yeah
[Verse 4]
We can always pour it up
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight
But tonight, we're making love
No love making, strictly back breaking
What about dinner and movie before you move me
Strictly sex that's sweaty, leftover spaghetti
I see you got your own plans
But sometimes, I need a little romance
[Verse 5]
Damn, you look fine
Like a wide-face Rolex, you just shine
I like that waistline
Baby, I love it when you talk that shit
If you keep it up, I might let you hit, yeah
Let me hit that from behind
Which wall you wanna climb?
My style genuine, girl, I love you long time
So, put your money where your mouth is
You gotta take it down south, yeah, yeah
Tonight it's eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that
[Verse 6]
Baby, I love the way
You take control of me
You fit inside of me
Something 'bout the way you fuck me
[Verse 7]
Baby, when I
Get you alone
I can't wait to
I can't wait to take you down
Boy, you got me so upbeat
I don't want this night to end
We could make love till the morning
[Verse 8]
Baby, we could always pour it up
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight
But tonight, we're making love
No love making, strictly back breaking
What about dinner and movie before you move me
Strictly sex that's sweaty, leftover spaghetti
I see you got your own plans
But sometimes, I need a little romance
[Verse 9]
Aw yeah, can I get a little romance?
Can I get mixed with your orchestration?
Baby, just be patient
Can you take me out?
Oh, can you go down south?
Ooh-whoa, yeah
We fucking
Written by: B. Briggs III, C. Griffin, C. Rodgers II, Christopher Wallace, Curtis Rodgers, D. Balfour, Daron Jones, David Ahmad Balfour, Faith Evans, K. Gilliam, R. Kelly, Sean "Puffy" Combs, T. Coleman
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