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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressha
Pressha
Background Vocals
Christopher "Tricky" Stewart
Christopher "Tricky" Stewart
Remixer
Joseph Carn
Joseph Carn
Performer
Latrice "Trae-C" Benbow
Latrice "Trae-C" Benbow
Rap
Tamaris "Bone" Taylor
Tamaris "Bone" Taylor
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Jones
David Jones
Composer
Joseph Carn
Joseph Carn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher "Tricky" Stewart
Christopher "Tricky" Stewart
Recording Engineer
Joseph Carn
Joseph Carn
Producer
Shékspere
Shékspere
Co-Producer
Alvin Speights
Alvin Speights
Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Tell me what kind of superman Would take you in his bedroom baby And hit you with some front, back, and side to side Like hydraulics on a stormy night And break you off somethin' proper like Ain't no need for you to perpetrate 'Cause he will accommodate And you will appreciate The way he flips you up, down, and round and round In and out and make you scream and shout Shorty put your thang down, down, down He ain't your boyfriend He ain't your husband Just somebody you can call When your body needs a fix He'll put you in the mix Then you'll hear him askin' What's my name, say my name Splackavellie Every woman needs her own Splackavellie A brotha she can call when her man ain't doin' her right He can work it all night Until tha morning light Make her feel right, right, right Every woman needs that one Splackavellie A brotha she can call when her man ain't doin' her right He can work it all night Until tha morning light Make her feel right, right, right Tell me what kind of superman (superman) Would make you feel good with his mouth And kiss you from your earring to your bellychain Then go down a little further mayne It's all right, baby ain't no shame Drop the top on his Mercedes Benz So her legs can feel the wind As he hits again and again and again It's all good, yeah Because I'm bout it, bout it baby I'm bout it, bout it baby He ain't your boyfriend He ain't your husband Just somebody you can call When your body needs a fix He'll put you in the mix Then you'll hear him askin' What's my name, spell my name Splackavellie Every woman needs her own Splackavellie A brotha she can call when her man ain't doin' her right He can work it all night Until tha morning light Make her feel right, right, right Every woman needs that one Splackavellie A brotha she can call when her man ain't doin' her right He can work it all night Until tha morning light Make her feel right, right, right Yeah, it's alright It's alright, alright, alright Pretty lady What's my name, spell my name yeahhh S-P-L-A-C-K-A-V-E-L-L-I-E Splackavellie ba-ba-ba-baby I don't think you hear me though (I don't think you here me though) You don't hear me though (you don't hear me though) S-P-L-A-C-K-A-V-E-L-L-I-E Splackavellie ba-ba-ba-baby Toni needs a Splackavellie Lisa needs a Splackavellie Dana needs a Splackavellie Whitney needs a Splackavellie Brandy needs a Splackavellie Tawdy needs a Splackavellie And Coko needs a Splackavellie Toni needs a Splackavellie Jada needCs a Splackavellie Missy needs a Splackavellie All these ladies need themselves A Splackavellie, yeah Because I'm bout it, bout it baby I'm bout it, bout it baby S-P-L-A-C-K-A-V-E-L-L-I-E Splackavellie, ba-ba-ba-baby
Writer(s): David Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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