| He stood all up in it
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| That wood all up in it
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| Felt good all up in it do tell
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| And when y’all was finished
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| Both smiling like dentist
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| More and more in love you both fell
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| He handled his B.I.
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| But pardon me see I
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| Don’t know 'bout you young girls today
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| You call it smashing
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| But what about passion
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| I’m 'bout to show you the way
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| Hey young girl
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| Little girl
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| Tell that boy to stir like grits
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| Oh baby
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| Circular motion
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| Nice and slow whip it real good
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| Flexin' and strokin'
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| Ain’t no rush make it feel good
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| Tell him keep mixing keep stirring
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| Like he in the kitchen yeah
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| Wind your hips and then bite your lip baby
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| Tell that boy to stir like grits plus gravy
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| 'Til you both cussin' «ooh shit, now that’s it»
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| You ain’t done nothin' you ain’t been made love to
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| 'Til you drip sweat the sheets soak it’s no joke
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| Go slow mo cause you ain’t been made love to
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| 'Til you leaving wet washcloths on your nightstand
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| You ain’t making love to the right man
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| You call it smashing but what about passion
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| Angie gonna show you today
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| Hey young girl
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| Little girl
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| Tell that boy to stir like grits
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| Oh baby
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| Circular motion
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| Nice and slow whip it real good
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| Flexin' and strokin'
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| Ain’t no rush make it feel good
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| Tell him keep mixing keep stirring
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| Like he in the kitchen yeah
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| Wind your hips and then bite your lip baby
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| Tell that boy to stir like grits plus gravy
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| Oh don’t think that what y’all doin' we ain’t already done before
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| Oh we done done that then some
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| Now see the only way I can teach you about it is to sing about it
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| You gon' learn from me today
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| And the high’s not wearing off
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| When the lights are coming on
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| Gonna hold each other tight
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| Gonna be a long long night
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| And the clothes start falling off
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| Add some photos to the vault
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| And there’ll be no dozing off
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| Get ready for a long long night
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| Oh baby
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| Circular motion
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| Nice and slow whip it real good
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| Flexin' and strokin'
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| Ain’t no rush make it feel good
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| Tell him keep mixing keep stirring
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| Like he in the kitchen yeah
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| Wind your hips and then bite your lip baby
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| Tell that boy to stir like grits plus gravy
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| Real real good
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| Feel real good |