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Turns Me On
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
Vocals
Joi
Joi
Vocals
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Programming
Wallace Khatib
Wallace Khatib
Bass
Teedra Moses
Teedra Moses
Background Vocals
Debra Killings
Debra Killings
Background Vocals
Dave Robbins
Dave Robbins
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Composer
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Composer
Raymon Murray
Raymon Murray
Composer
Joi Gilliam
Joi Gilliam
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Sean "Shy Boy" Davis
Sean "Shy Boy" Davis
Recording Engineer
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Moka Carmouche
Moka Carmouche
Assistant Recording Engineer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Josh Houghkirk
Josh Houghkirk
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me 'Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me 'Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around I know you see that No one's competed Ooh, that turns me on Ooh, that turns me on What turns me on about you, I doubt you have a clue Sassy attitude and red bottom shoes, God, I'm mad at you I do think you're fierce and that you killing them of course With the features of an angel and the bottom of a horse Thoroughbred, thorough head Makes you moist like the dark fudge Brownie with the nut of your choice Soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose Down, who's loose now? You done let the juice ooze down Do smile when you do it's on some ooh child Kiss you in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down And make it truth, ain't it true now? Divine neck, the respect, it ain't shit for me to prove out You need some time, press the snooze down I don't mind 'cause I'm as hard as all the iron In all the tool house or tool shed Go and play it like when alarm sound off around 2 I know you see that No one's competed Ooh, that turns me on Ooh, that turns me on Who gives a damn about the past? I live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch and haul ass Anyway, it ain't no time for no picnics This that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick I make her drip all her liquids Then get butt booty naked when I spit on some pimp shit Make her legs shake so she never loses interest Calling out my name when I'm asking whose is this? Naw, it's not a game, ass falling out the frame With my Polaroid camera I have to take two flicks She can't avoid all the stamina, we do this With no steroids or other artificial juices Therefore, she now's the undisputed truth When I slip into this bood while I slid into this booth I'm kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do We can break boards and you can kick rocks I know you see that No one's competed Ooh, that turns me on Ooh, that turns me on Sit yourself down on the big old bed Turn your body 'round here let me give you some Don't you want to make a freaky memory with me? So later on you can think about it then you'll be like damn That turns me on I know you see that No one's competed Ooh, that turns me on Ooh, that turns me on From the back Now from the front
Writer(s): Rico Wade, Wallace Khatib, Antwan Patton, Joi Gilliam, David Robbins, Raymon Murray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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