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Lola Brooke - Don't Play With It (Lyrics) ft. Billy B
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Cecil Coston III
Cecil Coston III
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Cecil Coston III
Cecil Coston III
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Uh, yeh This one... this one right here... this one right here Goes out to all the ladies in the house Ya know what I'm sayin'? And if ya don't know what it is Ya better know now Yo Check me out Now that I got'chu right where I want'chu We can get naked But what if I don't want to? Stop playin' games, girl You know you led me on, too I know you want it just as bad as I do. Don'tchu? We can start slow I'm feelin' on ya booty Thinkin' how I'm gonna do you and you gonna do me Right. That's it (yeh) Come a little closer I knew that'chu was down with the grind Yeh, I knows ya Wind for me, baby Now you got me blow'd up I'll hold you from behind with my chin on your shoulders Kissin' on ya neck My hands on ya waistline Down to ya hips, girl I ain't tryna waste time Ya thighs like pies Jell-O on a mellow My hands slowly movin' to the insides HELLO Now I'm unzippin' ya I'm slippin' my hands Down a little bit further Tryna get in ya pants Mmh what'chu doin'? I'm takin' off ya panties Ya man can't do the things I'm doin' to ya. Can he? You slick like oil and sweet like candy And hotter than the summer spots Down in Miami Mmh what'chu doin'? I'm takin' off ya panties Ya man can't do the things I'm doin' to ya. Can he? You slick like oil and sweet like candy And hotter than the summer spots Down in Miami I hear ya moanin' Now I hear ya groanin' We can do this til six in the mornin' On and on and on and Even when it's stormin' Champagne glass half full but it's foamin' Bubbly! Bottle overflowin' and you kiss me Nothin' really matters Cuz we both gettin' tipsy Ya with me! Knew that this was somethin' I could get with My chest full'a prints from ya lipstick Tuggin' on ya jeans Lemme do some research Nah! Forget playin' Doctor I can be your teacher Now I got'chu on the bed in panties and a t-shirt Lookin' like my appetizer, dinner and my dessert Scrumptious, voluptuous All kinda extras The body that a man would be happy to be next to You're the type of woman that a man wanna treasure So let's get this together And start sharing pleasures Mmh what'chu doin'? I'm takin' off ya panties Ya man can't do the things I'm doin' to ya. Can he? You slick like oil and sweet like candy And hotter than the summer spots Down in Miami Mmh what'chu doin'? I'm takin' off ya panties Ya man can't do the things I'm doin' to ya. Can he? You slick like oil and sweet like candy And hotter than the summer spots Down in Miami Now it's time to sex ya I'm takin' off ya panties I'm talkin' loud... still I ain't tryna make a family Yeh! I'm feelin' ya I knew you'd understand me What about candles and a bubble bath? Fancy! We can get nasty Be all I can be Bangin' so hard you'd think it was a stampede Hit'chu with the whammy I'm goin' down lower My tongue is real flexible Here lemme show ya Ooh, you gotta piercing I ain't talkin' earrings A rock in ya spot I love it where you wear bling Lickin' on ya shine I got'chu all mine Then you turn me over now you goin' down lower Put'cha mouth on me yeh, now you gettin' freaky I love it when we cut And when you're goin knee-deep Now you're on top'a me Puttin' me inside of you And we can do it smoove Or like them Ruff Ryders do Mmh what'chu doin'? I'm takin' off ya panties Ya man can't do the things I'm doin' to ya. Can he? You slick like oil and sweet like candy And hotter than the summer spots Down in Miami Mmh what'chu doin'? I'm takin' off ya panties Ya man can't do the things I'm doin' to ya. Can he? You slick like oil and sweet like candy And hotter than the summer spots Down in Miami
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