Grits

Lyrics

Listen, little girl
 Young girl, hey, whoa
 He stood all up in it, that wood all up in it
 Felt good all up in it, do tell
 And when y'all was finished, both smiling like vintage
 More and more in love, you both fell
 He handled his BI, but pardon me
 See, I don't know 'bout you young girls today
 You call it smashin', but what about passion?
 I'm 'bout to show you the way
 Hey, young girl, little girl
 Tell that boy to stir like grits, oh baby
 Circular motion, nice and slow with it, real good
 Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good
 Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' like he in the kitchen, yeah
 Wind your hips and then bite your lip, baby
 Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy
 Do you both cuss, and ooh, yeah, that's it
 You ain't done nothin', you ain't been made love to
 'Til you drip sweat, the sheets soaked, it's no joke
 Go slow-mo 'cause you ain't been made love to
 'Til you leave a wet washcloth on your nightstand
 You ain't makin' love to the right man
 You call it smashin', but what about passion?
 Angie gonna show you today
 Hey, young girl, listen
 Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy
 Circular motion, nice and slow with it, real good
 Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good
 Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' like he in the kitchen, yeah
 Wind your hips and then bite your lip, baby
 Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy
 Oh, don't think that what y'all doin'
 We ain't already done before
 Oh, we done done that, then some
 And see the only way I can teach you about it is to sing about it
 You gon' learn from me today
 The high's not wearing off when the lights are coming on
 Gonna hold each other tight, gonna be a long, long night
 And the clothes start falling off, add some photos to the vault
 And there'll be no dozing off, get ready for a long, long night
 Circular motion, nice and slow with it, real good
 Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good
 Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' like he in the kitchen, yeah
 Wind your hips and then bite your lip, baby
 Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy

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Duration
03:35
Key
2
Tempo
110 BPM

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