Testo Situation - Teddy Jackson
Testo della canzone Situation (Teddy Jackson), tratta dall'album Too Much and Not Enough
Baby girl open a window
Let's let it ventilate
We smoking on the interstate
I'm doing eighty
I'm so glad you made it
I reach over to feel that you
Still my lady
Yes you get me up
Yes you get me right
Yes I'll take you home and we gonna
Be doing it all night
Listening to you moaning
Girl you feel just like an ocean
Making me want to explode and
If its my name that you calling
Let me know that you mean it
Girl I need you to scream it
Loving you is like a dream and
I wake up to you cleaning up
And yo ass butt naked
You ask me what I want for
Dinner then you make it
I want them tacos from baby boy
Girl you know how I like it
But you not fucking with no jody ass nigga
You fucking with one of the realest
But you not fucking with no jody ass nigga
You now fucking with one of the realest
Realest
Every time I see you I get
Laid up on cloud nine
You a perfect ten girl just
Take up all my time
We should meet up later
Shoot a text to my phone
Unless you call me up
Then I can talk to ya we can
Take it down
Speed it up
Run it back
Drum roll
Take a break
Went again
Fucked around
Sun was up
Just relax
Cause you gonna feel that
In the morning
Let me take your hand and guide you
Where you wanna go cause I got you
I don't want to fight today
So mind your attitude lets get out of here and
Take you to rodeo drive
Designer is like ecstasy let's get high
Talking bout the latest haute
Ain't even date the drop
Pull it like vegas slots
Whatever my baby want
She can put it on my card
This ain't got no limit
Even if it's out of stock
One phone call you'll get it
Shorty what you all about
Breaking young hearts
Can't you see (see that it's not all in doubt)
I don't want no fly by night friends
I've been denying when
You say goodnight and
I spend the night in
I get restless knowing I decided
You I'd spend life with
Knew when we divided
You hit my line saying you
Could feel me inside it
But you be with your friends
All day on the phone
They ain't paying yo rent
Girl let's get on the ball
Breaking you out of here
Let's get you out of here
Autopilot on the whip
Ain't got no time to steer
So let go of the wheel
And let god take us where
It's we supposed to go
This that pimp shit I swear
I don't just talk the talk
Why you think I walk with a limp
You want in then hop in the whip and let me
Take your hand and guide you
Where you wanna go cause I got you
I don't want to fight today
So mind your attitude
Cause for some reason you be
Making a situation out of nothing
Girl that's what you love
I'm not talking and arguing about some mess
Girl what the fuck
I don't what to do with you
Besides tell you lies
And give you anything to disguise how
How a nigga really feeling
Need some healing are you willing
Take time to think this through
Hit my phone when you all by yourself
If it's cool then we'll move
And tell everybody else
Yeah ooo
And tell everybody else
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah ooo yeah
Ooo yeah ooo
Yeah yeah
This that extra sauce shit nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Theodore Jackson Iii
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