| Pillow talk, we can chit-chat, you got game?
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| Baby spit that… ooh, I like you alot
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| Pillow talk, we can chit-chat, I’m all yours
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| Come and get that, ooh, I like you alot
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| Lick me untelectively, stick me unperfectionatly
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| And tell me all the sweet things you gonna do to me
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| I like it, when you lay me down, love me riz-ight
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| And can riz-right, shit, try not to biz-ite
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| Cuz teeth marks can start a bizarre seminar
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| The way you sucking on my neck, undoing my bra
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| Ahh, you got me open like an oven cooking hot rotisserie
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| How you do it, is a mystery
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| Please, baby listen to me
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| Just keep me busting like a tech nine, and we can both shine
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| Cuz youse my dime piece, more like a quarter
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| Yes, I’m giving in way you slaughter, this the compass where I had my daughter
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| Releasing, day to day, stress intensity
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| Increasing, and knowing just to please me is the reason
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| Tension, is just a thing of the past
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| And like Keith, no Sweat, you know how to make it last
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| You wondering if I be still a cheater, flirty rhyme millimeter
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| Baby, I don’t really need a man, wife beater, met him at the cheater
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| Manhattan, downtown, got my boogie on
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| Do I got a man, no, I think you understood me wrong
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| I’m living single like that Kim Fields chick
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| I ain’t living with no man, to chill all my split bills with
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| Unless I got a ring on my finger, checking phone calls with caller ID
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| Turning off my ringer, call back
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| Pillow talk, we can chit-chat, relax, chill and kick back
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| I’m never gon' forget that
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| Time we conversated on the phone, I was home alone
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| You were out of state with the cell phone on roam
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| I had my pillow laying next to me
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| We blessed to be, it’s rare when you stressing me
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| And I don’t care who the rest may be, cuz it be all about
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| You man, so let’s do it, yeah yeah
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| What’s popping, my sweetness boo, keep a secret
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| The closer you get, you find my weakness, now peep this
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| I’ve been watching you for a minute, and God my witness
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| Everytime I mention your name, it got me wishing
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| Listen for your loving and kissing, I’m on a mission, if you
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| Kissing, you need to stay the fuck up out the kitchen
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| From the, day we met, shit just kept me wet
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| No complains, no regrets, just sweating a good session
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| Thugging, pulling my hair, kick up the covers
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| Whisper, in my ear, yo, ma, it ain’t no other
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| Listen, nice and slow getting down for ya’ll
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| Strip you down to your drawers, ooh, baby, I’m yours
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| Bout it, like P, and it ain’t my fault
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| I said I’m, bout it like P, and it ain’t my fault
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| Pillow talk when I hit that… yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oooh, I like it alot
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| Now I lay me down to sleep, I can’t sleep
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| Cuz I need to figure out how your pillow talk is so sweet
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| Keep it up, til the tip tip, ooh, baby don’t stop
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| And flip my body til we both dry
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| I like the way, you do that thang, thang
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| With your tongue, you be licking on my uhh, you got me sprung
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| Now let me get my hips through your lips
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| Can lick my thighs, you know I wanna get it, see you in my eyes
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| I love it when you give it to me rough
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| Backshots watching you pull my hair, oh, he think he tough
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| You know I like it when I lick a butt
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| I put it down, pillow talk style, now I got a nigga stuck |