Lyrics

Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on 'em
I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap, girl, riding comfortable, ha (oh, yeah)
'Cause I know what da girl dem need, New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, you make it hard to leave
Been around the world, don't speak the language (uh-huh)
But your booty don't need explaining (uh-huh)
All I really need to understand is (uh-huh)
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on 'em, talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me, talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on 'em
You know the words to my songs, no habla inglés (oh)
Our conversations ain't long, but you know what it is
I know what the girl dem want, London to Taiwan
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, I think I need a new one
Been around the world, don't speak the language (uh-huh)
But your booty don't need explaining (uh-huh)
All I really need to understand is (uh-huh)
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on 'em, talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me, talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me, get jazzy on 'em
Written by: Eric Burton Frederic, Jason Desrouleaux, Jason Evigan, Ori Kaplan, Sean Douglas, Tamir Muskat, Tauheed Epps, תומר יוסף
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