Sex Wit You

It ain't all about sex wit you (hey-ey)

Cause all I wanna do is get next to you

(hey-ey)

I love the way you swing and the things you do

(hey-ey)

So what I gotta do, to get next to you? (hey hey)

Yo here's the scoop, I think of you, and I wanna get witcha

My crew said I couldn't, but I knew that I could get ya

From the first time I laid my eyes on ya

It was on and-ah, I figured out that other girls were goners

About the way you make me feel, I'm kinda diggin it

I hope it don't take long for you and I to start swingin it

And everything'll be dandy, momma gave you her last name

but I'ma call you Candy, because it's handy

Represent your bittersweetness, your uniqueness

You're everything that I need and I mean this

And for the love of it all, I'ma shine

I couldn't sing it in a song, so I wrote it in a rhyme

I gotta check ya, do what I gotta do to get ya

I'm glad I met ya, heck I'll even sweat ya

Won't even let a brotha flex witchu

So what I gotta do to get next to you, huh?

I know a lotta brothers' crack for the back, makin pitches

Swingin hit and misses, leavin you with dirty dishes

I ain't ya regular, I'm tellin ya, I'm hella fella

I ain't ya normal +Quiet Storm+, strictly accapella

I'm tryna hook witcha, write a book witcha

I heard ya made moves, I want what ya took witcha

You're the kind of girl that makes me grin

And +If Loving You is Wrong+ then I'm ready to sin

I know you're down from the clown that you was dealin with

Now, you caught him creepin, met a girl that he was sleepin with

Now you believe in the taboo, from evil that men do

and all you thinkin now, they don't deserve you

You kinda fuss, got this gust in ya attitude

But all you need is a dude to show you gratitude

Won't even let a brotha flex witchu

So what I gotta do to get next to you, huh?

What I gotta do? What I gotta do? (huh?)

What I gotta do? What I gotta do? (C'mon)

What I gotta do? What I gotta do (I gotta do)

to get next to you? (yeah)

What I gotta do? What I gotta do? (C'mon)

What I gotta do? What I gotta do? (huh)

What I gotta do? What I gotta do (Yo..)

to get next to you? (hit it)

Now I could make ya grin again, smile and wanna win again

Snug and hug ya like a glove, show you how to love again

Everybody ain't the same, every dame ain't a gain

I'm all the man you need to make ya life change

You got style about ya, they all talk about ya

You're all I like with the sexy type of hawk about ya

You're the girl that what a mill-ion dream

Walk inside the club and be robbin the scene

Got the nerve to be lookin all good and delicious

Enough to make a dead man suspicious

You cause drama when you walk the streets, mama

When you speak, the whole block stops, because you're hot, mama

And everybody wants a woman like you

So what's a brother like me to do? Dig and I'm into you

Won't even let me flex witchu

So what I gotta do to get next to you, huh?

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