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Take You Home With Me Lyrics

"Take You Home With Me" was written by Carter, Shawn C / Olivier, Jean Claude / Kelly, Robert S / Barnes, Samuel J.
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Uh, uh uh, Kel's
Young, M, Xtra, money, let's go

Girl, you know you got a body-adi-adi
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body-adi-adi
(Do you want it?)

Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa

I crept up behind her
Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like Rice
I call mami Montana, bandana
Tied her hands up, this is gangsta love

Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked
This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude
Poured a glass of Army, got mami in the mood
Then she stripped for me like the 'Moulin Rouge'

I think I might wife her
Y'know, powder blue Roc-A-Wear suit, white Nike her
Add mami to the cypher
R.O.C. for life 'cause the gang motherfucker

Girl, you know you got a body-adi-adi
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body-adi-adi
(Do you want it?)

Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

I make ya hotter than the next bitch, no need
For you to ever sweat the next bitch with speed
I make the next bitch, see the exit indeed
Gotta know you're verily respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus but no drive
You get your own 2002, she through ridin'
Keep yo' ass tighter than Versace
That's why you gotta watch yo' friends

You gotta watch me, they connivin' shit
See I just wanna freak your body-adi-adi
I know you don't do this for everybody-adi
But everybody ain't as horny as me
And your body's callin' me

Girl, you know you got a body-adi-adi
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body-adi-adi
(Do you want it?)

Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

Uh, yeah
Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag
The thick stitched seam and her favorite ass jeans
Y'all know the first date wearers

To make objects bigger than they appear like a rear-view mirror
Oh, her shoe game is real
She gave 'em the Christian Libountins [Unverified]
With the four-inch heels

But honestly my favorite type of gear
Is a scrungy for her hair and LaPearla underwear, clear?

Girl, I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Do what we came to do
Girl I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Baby I want you, yeah

Girl, you know you got a body-adi-adi
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body-adi-adi
(Do you want it?)

Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

Songwriters
Carter, Shawn C / Olivier, Jean Claude / Kelly, Robert S / Barnes, Samuel J

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.