I just wanna fuck you You've got a husband who loves you No touching and rubbing girl Don't need you all in mine We can't be kissing and hugging girl You need to give him your quality time I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches

Oh, oh, oh, oh Mr. JT, now what you got for me (What you got) Oh no (Girl) Is that your hands, (your hands) Rubbing on me Is that your hands, (your hands), rubbing on me

When it's your time to go Don't matter where you've been So we might as well say What's on our minds 'Cause there's no waiting, no We came out of the cinema We were rubbing our eyes Our mouths were dry from the sugar and the popcorn And we felt a little

Damn the club tonight, let's twork it out Tworkin' it out, laying in the cut Kissing, rubbing, and making sweet love I know you like it when I do you like that Let's twork it out It'll be just me on you From eleven to six in the morning From 11 to 6 in

We ain't gon' last baby Yeah somethin' tells me Oh yeah, oh yeah Let's make it work Yo' intuition has been tellin' you Things that you never knew (never knew) Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals But still I keep it professional

Barefoot in the park You start rubbing off on me Agujerito del cielo Cuelando el brillo de Dios Un rayo cayó en tus ojo' Y me partió el corazón Díctame por dónde ir Para yo no equivocarme Y así ver mi porvenir