Songtext von Lickin My Fingaz

Oh baby, something ‘bout the way you talk to me Sitting ‘round my place staring at the ceiling Thinking about her ice-cream skin Damn she make me lazy, when I get this feeling I don’t wanna do nothing But thing about the next time she comes, another position A sexy poster put her in, And every time she call my phone, damn she be kickin’ Make me wanna do it again She be saying When I think of you, you got me Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do She be saying When I think of you, you got me Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through Whoa, she be saying When I think of you, you got me Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do Hey, she be saying When I think of you, you got me Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through Driving in my car, started reminiscence ‘Bout when you was with me last In the back seat One a little bit too far Not paying attention Don't you know I almost crashed Dnd even if I did; That's ok Because your sexual healing Is all I need to be alright Fantasizing about you all day Morning to the evening Whoa, I love it when you call it all that night When you be saying When I think of you, you got me Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do When you be saying When I think of you, you got me Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through When you be saying When I think of you, you got me Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do When you be saying When I think of you, you got me Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through Whoa, wondering when you gonna come back through Whoa, wondering when you gonna come back through Whoa, yeah, she be saying When I think of you, you got me Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do Whoa, yeah, she be saying When I think of you, you got me Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through Whoa, yeah, she be saying When I think of you, you got me Licking my fingers, thinking about the things you do When I think of you, you got me Biting my lips, wondering when you gonna come back through Come back through, whoa, whoa, whoa.