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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressha
Pressha
Background Vocals
Joseph Carn
Joseph Carn
Performer
Baron "B-Rock" Agee
Baron "B-Rock" Agee
Programming
Tamaris "Bone" Taylor
Tamaris "Bone" Taylor
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Jones
David Jones
Composer
Joseph Carn
Joseph Carn
Arranger
Tamaris "Bone" Taylor
Tamaris "Bone" Taylor
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Carn
Joseph Carn
Producer
Stuart Dirge Gordon
Stuart Dirge Gordon
Recording Engineer
Khalfani
Khalfani
Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You know there comes a period in every woman's life when She gets frustrated or fed up with her man and all his silly hangups You know a woman needs a man where she doesn't have to have no drama Behind it You know just somebody like to love her down with No strings attached It is named "Splackavellie" 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 Shawty put your thang down down down He ain't ya boyfriend, he ain't ya husband Just somebody u 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 the 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 the morning light Make her feel right right right Tell me what kind of superman Would make you feel good with his mouth And kiss you from your earring to your bellychain Then go down a little further man (Its 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 (Its all good) yeah Because I'm bout it bout it baby I'm bout it bout it baby He ain't ya boyfriend, he ain't ya husband Just somebody u 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 the 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 the morning light Make her feel right right right Uh ohhh uh uh ahhh ahhh ahhh sounds so good Yeahhhh What's my name spell my name Yeahhh S-p-l-a-c-k-a-v-e-l-l-i-e Splackavellie ba-ba-baby I don't think you hear though (I don't think you here though) You don't hear me though (you don't hear me though) 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 the morning light Make her feel right right right
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