Lyrics

U Turn

Chorus

You turn me on baby
You, you, you turn me on
You really, really turn me on baby
You, you, you turn me on
You got me twisted girl you turning me
On
You got me twisted girl you turning me
On
You got me twisted girl you turning me
On
You got me twisted girl you turning me

Verse 1

Clap with me, clap with me, clap with me
All right ma, what?s up with that? How just made your cheeks jump and your butt clap
You know I'm trying to touch that
Plus how you dance, I?m all in a trance
Bout to bust out my pants, you know what you doing
Yeah you got the moves, I got the tools
We get together baby we can?t lose
I?m digging your style; you look like the type I could freak with a while
Creep with a while
We can stop off to eat
Fill up your belly then drop off your peeps
Hit up the telly and knock off the sheets
Then back to your belly like poppa ya deep, straight rock ya sleep
Got proper physique from top to your feet
The type of girl I got to keep cause you turn me on

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Verse 2

Bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce with me
All right ma I see you in the club with you and your people
Rocking Evisu with a top that?s see thru
Licking your lips, tight in the waist but you thick in the hips
Got killers and chicks like
Shorty is fine, a dub, a dollar, a quarter, a dime
Straight blowing my mine
She hitting the floor and she doing it like she did it before
She give it her all
Man look how she walk, hear how she talk
Not a athlete but that?s a chick I could sport
Banga the boss got flavors of course
But I can?t stop thinking bout breaking
Got curves like a road, yeah I?m the man but
You in control right now cause you turn me on

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Verse 3

Rock with me, rock with me, rock with me
All right ma I see the way it?s going down tonight
You performing grabbing my mic, testing one, two
Girl what you got? You know once I move in and hook up the spot
You?ll get took off the block
I love how you move. Sexy with a lil thug attitude
I aint mad at you boo
Got style and pizzazz, me I?m a freak I?ll go wild in that ass
Bang out in the jag
Or park up the benzo, fog up the windows
Spark up the indo, then go again
Girl you got the hots
Who?s your ex man cause he lost a lot
Bet he don?t like seeing me at the spot
With the V in the lot
CD at the top rolling with you cause you turn me on

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