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ISLEY BROTHERS : Float N' Slow - My Gift To You Bad Boy (Remix) lyrics

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ISLEY BROTHERS lyrics : "Float N' Slow - My Gift To You Bad Boy (Remix)"

Mr. Bigs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. Bigs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. Bigs


1 - Float on, float on, float on, float on
(Don't you know I want your love, don't you know I need your love)

Float on, float on, float on, float on
(Don't you know I want your love, don't you know I need your love)


Can't get you off of my mind
Girl I've been thinking of you
So lets not waste our time

Tell me what you want to do

Your body's hot for mine

Girl let me hold you real tight
Don't rush lets take our time
I wanna love you all night


You know just what to do
Go down and taste my love

I'll do the same for you
You know what I'm thinking of
Tonight I'm gonna cry

Until I'm soaking wet
Do every thing you like
Baby comfort me


Repeat 1


Don't wanna stop this groove
Just wanna keep goin on
The way your body moves

Oh girl I can't let you go
Just let me come inside
Until you can't take no more

You're body wrapped on mine
Now baby, let me explode


You gotta give me some more
I love the way it feels
The way you caress me

Take me to ecstasy
Oh baby up and down
Just hit it all around

This love it feels so right
Bring it hold me too


Little Kim you don't know what type of chick this is
Number one baller of the mistresses
Mr. Bigs you know you got to keep me jigs

Even though it might mean stealing chips from kids
You know why summer clothes too hot for you folks
Get "c" notes every time I do coats

Ya loosing it, acting like ya new to this
Get true to this make it shift in my uterus
Sexing in the $$#, ay Martin, when wifey comes home

Get the dough and I'm departing
I wanna see if you can make me scream I hate ya
Give me back shots of sweat out, my cream of nature


Don't you stop
You turn me on I need release, whoa

Love me here, touch me there
Something to share


Repeat 1

Ad lib until fade

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