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0-10 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Home |
| Lyrics Submitted By: Frankie Face |
| Chorus: |
| Now every little thing that we do (that we do) |
| Should be between me and you (me and you) |
| The freaky things that we do (that we do) |
| Let's keep between me and you (me and you) |
| Cause every little thing that we do (that we do) |
| Should be between me and you (me and you) |
| The freaky things that we do (that we do) |
| Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy |
| Yo... |
| Now when I first met her all I thought was "Thong thong-thong" |
| Like, "Lose the lame, we can get our freakin on" |
| Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number |
| It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer |
| I'm a bad motha; shut yo' mouth! Pull the drop out |
| Creep at a low speed, cause homey probably know me |
| I push the pedal, thoughts of your stilleto |
| Way up in the air like I think he's here |
| Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you) |
| Homey be checkin up on you (on you) |
| But if that nigga only knew (only knew) |
| You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy |
| Well now it's startin to rain, I pop the roof and the champagne |
| How Jay said? "Money Ain't A Thang" |
| It's been close a few, some things even impossible |
| But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Girl it's on again, every year - we hummer 'em in |
| Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends |
| And when the, day ends - that's when it all begins |
| You wit him? Here's my room key; holla at me |
| While you thinka-think I'ma hit it up |
| Then look at the nigga you thinkin you love? C'mon love |
| We could go there, me and you, creep off all night |
| If you love it, in the mornin, awake with new light |
| If you lookin like I ain't gonna handle his |
| Let me handle my bizzz, it is what it is |
| Nigga livin his liiiife, and that's my bitch |
| You know I gotta wiiiife, let's keep this thing tight, ba-byyy |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Don't let the word get out (shhh), ba-byyy |
| This is - strictly between me and you, ba-byyy |
| If they - knew we were doin what we were doin it'd probably ruin |
| Our creep away summer in Cancun'n-and I, love |
| The way we get away, throw away a whole day |
| Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like |
| "Fuck liife, we live liife |
| This is our liife, live your liife" |
| Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you) |
| Shorty be checkin up on you (on you) |
| But if baby girl only knew (only knew) |
| You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy |
| Did I ever tell you, my man love what you do |
| That little thing with yo' tongue; you the best, who knew? |
| It's been close a few, at times even impossible |
| But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy |
| Repeat Chorus (end Song) |
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