Los Da Mystro - I Invented Sex lyrics

Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl [Intro: Trey Songz] This goes out to the beautiful girls Which one of y'all, which, which one Which, which one of y'all Which one of y'all goin' home with Trigga? [Verse 1: Trey Songz] I see you at the club, ooh, shawty Walkin' past a n***a lookin' at me all naughty Then I said, "Baby, wa**up?" Reach for that hand shake, got a hug Bottles of the Ace got me with a lil' buzz Up in VIP with all my thug n***as You leaned over and said you want me Girl, when the valet pull the Benz up Off to the crib, shawty, where we gonna end up Girl, sit back, relax, hold up Let me turn the radio on [Hook-Trey Songz] Girl, when I get you to the crib (Get you to the crib) Upstairs to the bed (Upstairs to the bed) Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, when I pull back them sheets And you climb on top of me Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think You gonna think I invented s** You gonna think I invented s** You gonna think I invented s** [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Put the code in the gate, pull up to the driveway Said she like the way I touch her, listening to Usher (Yup) I got a confession (What?) Know we 'bout to sin, but your body is a blessing (Father, forgive me) Girl, can we take it up stairs (Up, up, up stairs) My bed's waitin' there (Waitin' there, yeah) All I want to do is (All I wanna do) Is give you all of me Won't you give me all of you? I want your body like right now (Right now) You know I live a magnum lifestyle (Lifestyle) Baby, turn the lights down And I'mma turn you on [Hook-Trey Songz] Girl, when I get you to the crib (Get you to the crib) Upstairs to the bed (Upstairs to the bed) Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, when I pull back them sheets And you climb on top of me Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think You gonna think I invented s** You gonna think I invented s** You gonna think I invented s** [Verse 3: Drake] It's a celebration clap, clap, bravo Lobster and shrimp and a gla** of Moscato For the girl who's a student and the friend who's a model Finish the whole bottle and we gonna do it big like this Yeah, and he was just practice He ain't in your world, you can take him off your atlas Girl you on fire, can I be the one you match with? I'll give you the credit card and baby you can max this out Show me where your tats is Show me where you heads at, maybe I can grasp it If you ever come up with a question, you should ask it Caught up on your ex still? I can get you past it Yeah, and your friends all suggest What's the chance of this n***a being better than the rest? Just tell 'em you appreciate the help But you just got to know for yourself [Hook-Trey Songz] Girl, when I get you to the crib (Get you to the crib) Upstairs to the bed (Upstairs to the bed) Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, when I pull back them sheets And you climb on top of me Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think You gonna think I invented s** You gonna think I invented s** You gonna think I invented s**