Letras
Enough with the games
Girl, I'm just passing through
Hope I don't come off rude
Just wanna know if I could
Two minutes of your time, you know what I'm saying
So call it what you wanna call it
But girl I've been eyeing you
Just wanna holla at you
Just wanna holla at you
In the event of attraction, like mentally absent
Instinct can take over, logic peddling backwards
We're born into pussy, we could turn to one in search of it
The horizontal duet can leave the world impertinent
But for me to plant my seed tonight
It's made harder by the fact that I'm sleep deprived
I can't hide that I'm wrecked but I speak my mind
Which is half the trick to get between the thighs
But check it, I never count my chickens
I count the chicks in the house, pick one and start kicking
Towards the corner that she's sitting in waiting
I pick a spare chair asking if it's been taken
Ask our nighters as I sit down beside her
Put a smoke on my lips and I ask her for a lighter
And she's glamorous but casually dressed
Oh, a tall figure with immaculate legs
And yes, I think she's stunner with a capital S
And I wonder if she's down for premarital sex
But conversation is what's happening next
Ignoring the looks and the stares from embarrassing friends
With this quiet social brunette and bifocals
I'm totally lost in her eyes that shine like Opals
So I gotta put a move down quick
'Cause I'm digging the style of this new found chick
Enough with the games (Pull up)
Girl, I'm just passing through
Hope I don't come off rude
Just wanna know if I could
Two minutes of your time, you know what I'm saying
So call it what you wanna call it
But girl I've been eyeing you
Just wanna holla at you
Just wanna holla at you
Cheeks get flushed, pupils naturally dilate
When the flattery's mutual when we're chatting the night away