Turnin Me On (Original Clean) ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics

Turnin Me On (Original Clean) ft. Lil Wayne - Keri Hilson

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Turnin’ Me On Lyrics

Yeah

Like this

Where you at, shawty?

You fly as hell, swagger right, brown skin poppin'

You know just how to talk to me, know just how I like it

You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you turnin' me on

Now wait a minute, lil' buster

You got one more time to feel on my booty

Better recognize a lady—that ain't the way you do me

You turnin' me off, you turnin' me off, you turnin' me off

Better recognize a real woman

Ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proachin' me

Dime divas, give it to me

Ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh

I gotta be feelin' your energy

I gotta be for sure that you're into me

Recognize a real woman

Goin' up on it, you actin' like you want it

And you stuntin' like your daddy, checkin' for this little mama

You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you turnin' me on

Now, wait a minute, lil' buster

Now, you don't even know me but you wanna take me shopping

You a lame, I can tell it ain't big **** poppin'

You turnin' me off, you turnin' me off, you turnin' me off

Better recognize a real woman

All you wanna do is holler at the cutest broad

To get up in them drawers

Got money, don't try to buy me bottles

Got my own dollars—I could buy the bar if I wanted

Ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proachin' me

Dime divas, give it to me

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

I gotta be feelin' your energy

I gotta be for sure that you're into me (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ahem)

Recognize a real woman (Ha!)

I'm fly as hell, swagger right, brown skin poppin' like dynamite

Raw like China white, mama, I

Dig your persona, right, you look baby mama-type

I know that got you kinda hype, my ice is albino-white

I hope your vagina tight, I go underwater and

I hope your piranha bite, hahaha!

Hot Carter, I'ma kiss the spot for you

And I'ma kiss it till you scream—wait a minute, mother******, ha!

Yeah, I turn you on like a handle

Like a television on the Weather Channel

'Cause I make it rain, girl; now call me Wayne, girl

You just an earthling, you ain't never been to Wayne's World

I play to win, I bait 'em in

I do my thing, now, you're in love with an alien

Polow on the beat, and Weezy F., I'm at the plate again

Keri, if you pitch it at me, I'ma swing away at it

Someone better play the fence, someone better tell 'em 'bout me

Baby, I'm the shit, and that's the only thing you smell around me

Weezy F. Baby, don't forget the F around me

And if you do, then get the F from 'round me

You're turnin' me off (Ha, ha)

Yeah, yeah

Polow! I told you, I got you

Ms. Keri, baby (Ms. Keri, baby)

Ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proachin' me

Dime divas, give it to me

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I gotta be feelin' your energy

I gotta be for sure that you're into me

Recognize a real woman

Hahaha

Yeah

Ms. Keri, baby

And Young Weezy, baby

It's Young Mula, baby

Hahaha

Ayo, keep all my vocals too, Polow, man, don't you laugh now

Yeah!

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