Lickin My Fingaz en London

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Lickin My Fingaz
Lickin My Fingaz

Oh baby, something ‘bout the way you talk to me
Sitting ‘round my place staring at the ceiling
Thinking about her ice-cream skin
Damn she make me lazy, when I get this feeling
I don’t wanna do nothing
But thing about the next time she comes, another position
A sexy poster put her in,
And every time she call my phone, damn she be kickin’
Make me wanna do it again

She be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do
She be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through
Whoa, she be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do
Hey, she be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through

Driving in my car, started reminiscence
‘Bout when you was with me last
In the back seat
One a little bit too far
Not paying attention
Don't you know I almost crashed
Dnd even if I did;
That's ok
Because your sexual healing
Is all I need to be alright
Fantasizing about you all day
Morning to the evening
Whoa, I love it when you call it all that night

When you be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do
When you be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through
When you be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do
When you be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through
Whoa, wondering when you gonna come back through
Whoa, wondering when you gonna come back through
Whoa, yeah, she be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do
Whoa, yeah, she be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through
Whoa, yeah, she be saying
When I think of you, you got me
Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do
When I think of you, you got me
Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through
Come back through, whoa, whoa, whoa.

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