Pretty Ricky and Static Major - Juicy

See the lust in your eye, I know you can't hide it
In your walk, in your vibe, make me wanna try it
Like a 'Lac spinnin' rims, I love it when you ride it
You a stallion, baby, you know you got body

You workin' that thang, you twerkin' that thang
I love them G-strings, it's just a "G" thang
I'm murkin' that thang, I'm twerkin' that thang
Still strokin' that thang, it's just a "G" thang

Can you make it juicy for me?
Or I can make it juicy for you?
You get sweaty for me
And I can get sweaty for you (can you get sweaty for me?)
Can you make it juicy for me?
Or I can make it juicy for you (oh)
You get sweaty for me (yeah)
And I'ma get sweaty for you (ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now I'm a passionate lover (lover), that like passionate sex (sex)
Butt-naked in the classroom on the teacher's school desk (desk)
Triple X rated, call me Slick'em Hound (yeah, Slick'em Hound)
I get that body wet and then I lick 'em down (I lick 'em down)
I'm on point and best believe I ain't no teaser (I ain't no teaser, fool)
I wanna get deep and a little bit of deep and a little bit of deeper (deeper, ha)
Sweepin' you off your feet, like a rake, talkin' 'bout, "Slick'em, wait" (wait)
Nah, I ain't stoppin' 'til I feel the backboard break (yeah)

I'll be your lover man, your special lover man
And I'll do anything that you want me to do plus more and more
Now if you want me to rub you down, massage your body 'cause you feelin' sore
Then baby, just close the door and let me take control
I'll be the man of your dreams (oh), better yet your Superman
Take you places you never been, so close you could call us kin
'Cause you got that juicy and I love your body next to me
I sweat for you, so sweat for me

Can you make it juicy for me? (Oh)
Or I can make it juicy for you? (I can make it juicy)
You get sweaty for me (baby)
And I can get sweaty for you

You workin' that thang, you twerkin' that thang
I love them G-strings, it's just a "G" thang
I'm twerkin' that thang, I'm murkin' that thang
Still strokin' that thang, it's just a "G" thang

You so juicy you know where (oh)
And I wanna put my you-know-what down there
I got a fetish for pullin' hair
So I might end up with a track or two clutched in my fingertips
Wanna caress your hips, rub my lips against your lips
Ooh, baby, come closer to me, express your emotions to me (uh)
Wanna press my body against yours, feel the sweat comin' from our pores
I'm pushin' harder inside ya, forget mine, girl, get yours
You so juicy for me, and I'm so juicy for you
Ain't no better feelin' than me inside you

I'm tastin' every drop, like at the candy shop
I'll lick your lollipop, I'll put that thing on lock
I'll let you climb on top and let that nookie pop
I'm in the cookie jar, I ain't no rookie, girl

Can you make it juicy for me? (Oh)
Or I can make it juicy for you? (I can make it juicy)
You get sweaty for me (baby)
And I can get sweaty for you

You workin' that thang, you twerkin' that thang
I love them G-strings, it's just a "G" thang
I'm twerkin' that thang, I'm murkin' that thang
Still strokin' that thang, it's just a "G" thang

Oh, oh
I can make it juicy, baby
It's just a "G" thang
Oh, oh
I can make it juicy, baby
It's just a "G" thang

Written by:
Derrick Baker, Marcus Cooper, Marcus Pleasure Cooper, Stephen Garrett, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Corey Mathis, Teddy Riley, James Scheffer, Diamond Baby Blue Smith, Joseph Smith, Spectacular Blue Smith, Keith D Sweat

Publisher:
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