A-Plus - Talk Dirty lyrics

[Female singer scatting and singing] [Pep Love] She a fly video chick dime With them thick wide hips and them lips divine I'm tryin to get mine With finesse I address and she transgress Then I "Loch Ness," agress and progress is made How Lo' got a s**y babe I'mma take her to my condo and misbehave But I'mma take my time, po' a gla** of wine Roll a blunt, turn on the television, that a** is mine She put her drink down, she started yawnin I said "you actin," she said, "you stallin" "Tell me what you want how you want you can get it like; What the reason is you think that I'm even here tonight" I said, "Honey all you had to do was say somethin" She said, "Homey all you had to do was say somethin" I like it when you lay flat, poke it out like that Turn it over, take it in the face, SPLAT [Hook 2X: Persia and Hieros] She said why don't you talk dirty (I had her singin) I really don't mind (I had her singin) -- Take a little time, to the max we climb -- Let me know what's on yo' nasty mind [Opio] Little girl - you're just a little girl I need a woman in my world, someone who confidant and thorough Who got - who got fantasies inside, you know who you are I'll let you in my ride, then let you handle me, we do fog The windows up, in the truck, when we buckwild and give a f** Just to get a nut, adrenaline will pump now (wow) She's an "Uptown Girl," and I'm swervin like Billy Joel In the fo'-fifty-fo', let's hit the road When I downshift, she comin out her outfit Diggin how she lose her inhibition, pole position in the left lane Give brain while I'm switchin gears, clit is pierced But this one is not a punk rock chick Said she love my sh**, and she wanna get close to me With them bottom stilettos, a a** full of groceries (oh whoa) If you knowin me, then that's how it's 'sposed to be Curlin my toes up like genie boots when she blowin me [Hook] [Pep Love] Hieroglyphics on deck and these chickies want s** In the city so we Mr. Big, dig the best On tour, at the afterparty, encore It's like a bachelor party, breezies takin clothes off [Opio] Handcuffs, no I'm, dippin like Sugar Shane Mosley Hookers can't control me, so we [Pep Love] Bounce to the next like accounts do to checks When there ain't no money in it then we pounce on the set [Opio] From the North to the East to the South to the West See me, a cunning-linguist, I can vouch for myself Don't believe me, come and see us at my house in the 6 Make a baby in your mouth, Guinness Stout, then we dip [Hook]