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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Enrique Iglesias
Enrique Iglesias
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Enrique Iglesias
Enrique Iglesias
Songwriter
Steve Morales
Steve Morales
Songwriter
Adonis Shropshire
Adonis Shropshire
Songwriter
Dan Warner
Dan Warner
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Enrique Iglesias
Enrique Iglesias
Producer
Steve Morales
Steve Morales
Producer
Carlos Paucar
Carlos Paucar
Producer

Lyrics

Fly boy, yeah right Hey mama, they call me Weezy And you should be with me, I got a pocket full of reasons Baby, I could bless you when you ain't even sneezin' I'll be at your rescue when you don't even need me I could have you dreamin' when you ain't even sleepin' Mama, I could help you get off, like the weekend She said she wanna do it to the new Enrique I pop the disc in and put the song on replay And then she backed it up like replay When you're near me Girl, I try to hide it but I can't escape it Oh, baby Please forgive me When I think of you my thoughts are so X-rated (Gotta forgive me, baby) Oh, baby Baby, I don't give a damn I know that your man's nowhere in sight Woah-woah And your eyes don't tell a lie I know you wanna come with me tonight And I say you're right But first you gotta Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Make me believe you want it Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Girl, I can't go home lonely Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Go ahead, lay it on it (Don't stop) Don't stop until the morning (Girl) Just keep pushing back on me Do you want me? (You know it) Do you need me? (You know it) Will you please me? (You know it) Will you tease me? (You know it) Baby, I (Let's go) I'm the kinda guy that don't get real excited (Yeah) Oh baby When you have When you have your private party I hope that I'm invited Oh baby Baby I don't give a damn I know that your man's nowhere in sight (Whatcha man gotta do with me? Tell me) And your eyes don't tell a lie I know you wanna come with me tonight And I say alright (So, let's go) But first you gotta Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Make me believe you want it Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Girl, I can't go home lonely Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Go ahead, lay it on it (Don't stop) Don't stop until the morning (Girl) Just keep pushing back on me Okay, so after you back it up, just stop Now drop it like it's hot, and pop it like a Glock And stop it like a watch, now move it like clockwork Your body is screamin' and your booty is an outburst She wanna do it, do it with no delay I told her I could run it, run it just like relay Yeah, 'cause I'm cool, just like the breeze way Now push it like Salt-N-P-E-P-P-A Just push, push, back up on me (Girl) Make me believe you want it Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Girl, I can't go home lonely Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Go ahead, lay it on it (Don't stop) Don't stop until the morning (Girl) Just keep pushing back on me Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Make me believe you want it Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Girl, I can't go home lonely Push, push, back up on me (Girl) Go ahead, lay it on it (Don't stop) Don't stop until the morning (Girl) Just keep pushing back on me Push, push (Girl) (Mr. Morales) Push, push (Girl) Push, push (Girl) Push, push
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Steve Morales, Enrique Iglesias, Taurian Adonis Shropshire, Dan Warner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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