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Fabolous- Makin' Love ft. Ne-Yo
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ne-Yo
Ne-Yo
Composer
John Jackson
John Jackson
Composer
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Composer
Keith Crouch
Keith Crouch
Composer
Kipper Jones
Kipper Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Producer
NO-ID
NO-ID
Producer
John Horesco IV
John Horesco IV
Recording Engineer
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Mixing Engineer
Steven Barlow
Steven Barlow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark Lewis
Mark Lewis
Engineer
Edd "Odd" Hartwell
Edd "Odd" Hartwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Carlos Oyanedel
Carlos Oyanedel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Fabolous] +{Ne-Yo} {Oh Oh} {Whoa-oh} Yeah Hey man some kids gonna be runnin Around somebody's house after this one They gone Make babies to this I mean it feels good Oh yeah the song too It feels good too haha I told her I'll be there in a minute She knew I'mma take it down soon as I get it You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dress Tonight we makin love I told her lets stay home, she was with it She know I'mma take it down soon as I get it Tonight we're making love making love June 22, think I came in 20 seconds I was watching honey peck it while she lay on tummy naked To the pace of the base and this cash money record She just drop, drop, drop, damn you Manny fresh But I got my thing together, told her she could bring whateva Get some green, we could puff get the cream get the cuff Baby even when I'm gentle, it might seem like its ruff But if neighbors ain't comlpaining, you ain't screaming enuff And yeah they might hear as I'm slappin to the jewel She said baby right there, do it rappid do it smooth I said baby right where, kept tappin to the groove She said nigga right there, I'mma slap you if you move Can't forget the feeling when you stairing at the ceiling And you can't catch your breath you just laying there chilling Like 1 and then the 2, 2 and then the 3, 3 and then the 4 Damn I want some more So I slam her to the floor, set the camera to record Throw them legs up in the air, just like lamborghini doors See we might have had some problems with the stamina before I'm no amature I'm sure, I cold ram until you're sore But I ain't trying to hurt ya I'm jus trying to nuture Them nigga just flurt to hit it and to hurt ya What I'm throwin dity for, I'm trying to alert ya But Fuck that lay it down, let a nigga work ya Till you tell me that you had enough I'mma slow it down and I'mma speed it up And I will not stop Do it to you like a dude that ain't got no job I ain't got nowhere to be so I don't gotta leave Get the itis in the sheets I'mma eat and go to sleep Then we wake up in the b, everything you do to me I'mma turn and do to you And then I'mma black and blue that thing (dance for me) I love the way you move that thing (so nasty) I look and say ohh that thing Make me wanna sing a song (anybody every seen a) Make em wanna sing along
Writer(s): Shaffer Smith, John David Jackson, Kipper Jones, Kevin T. Jones, Ernest Dion Wilson, Keith Edward Crouch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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