Corrección Letra Birthday Sex (Fabolous Remix) par Fabolous

Featuring(s) : Fabolous Remix

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Letra

Of course I know what today is
It's your birthday, I bought you a gift (Me)
Look what I got you (a lil somethin)

My shawty called me like you know it's bout to come (come come come)
I said your friend sh*t let me come get some (some some some)
She said your stupid boy I'm talkin bout my birthday (day day day)
I need some good d**k in the worst way (way way way)
It's going down, No hesitation
It's time to eat, pu**y reservations
Them chocolate lips got me wanting Hersey kisses
Come blow my candle girl, then make your birthday wishes

Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I
Gonna help you celebrate
You can bring that yellow cake
Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I
Chillin in the sheets
Like a killa in the streets
Birthday sex... Birthday sex
Birthday sex... Birthday sex

It's yo' birthday so I know you want to ri-i-ide out
Even if we only go to my-y-y house
Sip mo' easy as we sit up on my-y-y couch
Feels good but I know you want to cry-y-y out
You say you want passion, I think you found it
Get ready for action, don't be astounded
We switchin' positions, you feel surrounded
Tell me where you want your gift, girl

Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
I've been fiendin', wake up in the late night dreamin' about your lovin'
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)

See you sexy and them jeans got me on tent
1-2-3, think I got you pinned
Don't tap out; fight until the end
Ring that bell; we gon' start over again
We grindin' with passion 'cause it's yo' birthday
Been at it for hours, I know you thirsty
You kiss me so sweetly, taste just like Hershey's
Just tell me how you want your gift, girl

First, I'm gonna take a dive into the water
Deep until I know I pleased that body, body, ah-ooh
Or, girl, without a broom, I might just sweep you off your feet
And make you wanna tell somebody, body how I do
Or maybe we can float on top my waterbed
You close your eyes as I improv between yo' legs
We work our way from kitchen stoves and tables
Girl, you know I'm more than able to please, yeah
Say you wanted flowers on the bed
But you got me and hours on the bed

Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
I've been fiendin', wake up in the late night dreamin' 'bout your lovin'
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex (It feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)

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