Affion Crockett - DFTF lyrics

Artist: Illa J f/ Affion Crockett Album: Yancey Boys Song: Diff Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*0:29 scratched: "Let me tell you 'bout the feelings" - Pharcyde*} [Illa J] Late year, midnight mating On the dancefloor usin our imagination Picture me with pants off, I'm confidant cause you can't keep your hands off Now you're sweatin, I think I see some lip Gotta check for that leg, make sure you ain't got a duck tucked With a fist plus knuckles Don't take me so serious, I'm just tryin to bust chuckles You so fine, I just wanna be all over yo' body like that love spell While you playin untouchable, I'm incredible Gotta be more flexible in the game Let me buy that Boardwalk, no more small talk I just wanna do business wit'chu Fill each other's gla** up, let's sip to you In the pa**enger seat of my Bentley Coupe Only if you my future, uhh [Chorus: Affion Crockett - repeat 2X] Baby why you fightin the feelin Your body all nice and appealin Baby take my hand, I'ma give you a night to believe in And by the end we'll be bitin and screamin, a nice evening [Affion Crockett] Baby your first mistake was lookin and battin your eyelashes You was in a dance with a dude and I crashed it rude From the door you were floored by my swagger Had your a** moist and flowin with Niagra My eyes are Pierce Brosnan, starin deep in your soul My James Bond pimp demeanor is cold, whoa~! You can walk and turn your back frontin But you'll be home eatin comfort food like fat woman (yummy) I'm international don, the ace thriller I'll be bangin hard in broads smooth as J Dilla (Yancey) You a lady singin the blues I'm Billy Dee with the ring and the shoes, I ain't got a damn thing to lose Take my hand 'fore it falls off, you got a choice Say yes makes me hard, sayin no makes my balls soft You remind me of my ex-girl, hardheaded So I'ma run up in your s** girl, hard hit it Yeah [Chorus] [Illa J] I hit the jumper, splash, on that a** back in and out She lets me slide back into it Don't be abashed when I smash, wake up get my mash And crash in my bed bu*t-naked Get you a drink and bone, just leave your phone Number I will call you if you got the job And don't be spyin on my pager Don't be lyin 'bout your age I, know you probably lie about your name A lot more, sharp than you think Do you think? How about gettin, another, drink? Gotta make a move you givin me the wink Gotta say my package weigh a lot more than you think I see you outside gettin in the club free Lookin lovely As soon as I seen you had wanted to bug me I see me and you ba-bump ba-bumping Ba-bump ba-bump [Chorus] {*scratched to end: "Let me tell you 'bout the feelings"*}