Bun B - Sext Me lyrics

[Intro: Just Brittany] Aaaahhh! Aaaah! [beat starts] [Chorus: Just Brittany] I'm lookin' s**yyy. - I'm feeli'n s**yyy. You wanna s** meee? - Then take a picture, baby text meee! You wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! I'm lookin' s**yyy. (s**yyyyyy!) - I'm feelin' s**yyy. (s**yyyyy!) You wanna s** meee? - Then take a picture, baby text meee! You wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! (Tweet meeeeee!) But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, well this is dedicated to the opposite s**, it's for All the lonely ladies with no man lyin' next to ya! Need a real Trill man to rub and caress ya, ('ress ya!) Lay you down and undress ya. - ('dress ya!) - Put it on ya and bless ya! (bless ya!) Baby look no further, I'm the one you need to say yes ta (yes ta!) I don't need nobody else up in this bedroom, just ya! Yeah! (yeah!) - Cause you and me we makes a hell of a pair (pair!) I like you scratchin' my back. (back!) - You like me pullin' yo' hair! (hair!) And I don't care - Black, White, Puerto Rican or Asian European, Cape Verdean. - Creole or Cajun! Domestic, international. - Even cosmopolitan College girls, housewives, workin' or you modellin'. (hold up!) I'm lovin' all shapes! - All colors, all sizes. (sizes!) In the dark or in the broad day with no surprises ('prises!) I got a suite that's on reserve at the telly (telly!) Ready, willin' and waitin' so just hit me on my celly. (celly!) - It's goin' down... [Chorus] [Verse 2:] [Candi Redd:] Oh, Candi Redd! - 2 A.M. and we gon' get it in, afterparty we gon' kick it off (off!) Put your favorite dessert all over my body and let you li-lick it off. (off!) I'm a light these Roman therapy candles and grind slow while undressin' (yeeah!) Move yo' way in this lingerie baby, come open yo' present. Up and down like a light switch. (aaahhh!) - I ain't Just Brittany but it make me sing! (sing!) I'm all over that night stick, (aaahhh!) keep beatin it up like I'm Rodney King! (King!) From behind with a tight grip. - Go on 'head boy do yo' thing. (thiing!) Tryna let you hit it with that flex when you on yo' way to see me with that text! (text!) [Surreal:] I bet the neighbors know his name the way he beat it out the frame (frame!) Surreal ride it like an 8-0-8, that s** good, he know it's great. (greeat!) I work them hips, I work that face, throw it back and he daddy stroke, Put whip cream on that kitty cat. - Eat it up and it purr back! Pull my hair! - Arch my back! - Forget them clothes, throw 'em on the flo'! He grip my thighs I'm goin live; Miss Aquafina, he know I'm wild. What he do? - Just text me! - You wanna freak me? - Just Tweet me! (tweet meeee!) Hit the flex when you s**t me. - I'm on my way so he can s** me! [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [TroubleSum:] I'm a s**ting - model. Lookin' like lemonade in a Coke bottle. (bottle!) 'Llac with my left eye's followed So boulders try to hit - on me harder than Drago. (Drago!) W-T-F O-M-G; semi-colon parenthesis. - T-T-Y-L on the screen. (uh-huh!) Your girls'll say kick on the touch screen! Smart Phones, sleek. - My presence make him hurry (uh-ha!) (hurry?) So they all wanna talk sweet to my "BlackBerry". [RawLT:] I'm in my wife beater, "Boy Shorts", laid back, comfortable. H-2-O, not RFL; flow so incredible. Candy sweet - edible! - Fo' G, digital! Tell me what you need but please don't call, gotta sell it back good. - Hands on! Rollin' on kush. - Roll thin! (yeeeah!) - They appetite large - V-12 engine. (yeeeah!) Scorpio, I handle my business (yeees!) no tip but I stole what I finish. (yeeeah!) Roll like thick I got that holla back. (yeeeah!) - Make her wanna follow that! (yeeeah!) Look daddy, no hands! - Can you handle that? (yeeeah!) [Chorus] [echoes] [beat stops]