On the Hotline - Pretty Ricky

Let’s talk about sex baby

Let’s talk about you and me

Let’s talk about bubbles in the tub

Let’s talk about making love

Let’s talk about cherries on top, girl it’s going down

Said I wanna talk dirty to you baby, on the hotline

On the hotline, it’s not enough but I had to call you

Cause I’m home alone lusting for you

I’m in my room, nothing but a towel on

Take them granny panties off, put a thong on

I love it when I hear you moan

You got that sexy tone that turns your boy on

You in a complete 'nother city on the fan line

With nothing but a baby tee on

You the kind of girl that’s sexy in some boxer shorts

I’m the kind of player to make you ride it like a Porsche

Yeah, I met you on MySpace, now I’m about to fly you out to my place

In the morning

(Verse 2: Slick Em)

It’s 5:30 in the morning, you’re moaning

I’m yawning (I'm yawning)

I’m lonely (I'm lonely)

We touching and rubbing

Call me (call me)

My darling (my darling)

Called you seven times, baby girl

Don’t stall me

I wanna kiss you from your temple to your feet

From the dimples in your cheek, tattoo or your belly ring

Conversation underneath the sheets

You know me, Red Bull like a energy, I’m a freak

Yeah, girl, you know I put it down like a vet

Say the sound of my deep voice make her sweat

You call me 5 a.m. on the dot

And I’ma think about you from the bottom to the top

Picture this: you say you coming over

Thirty minutes later you was parking the Rover

Jumped out the car and I met you at the door

Three seconds in the house and your begging me for more

Kiss you in the mouth, lay your hands on my cheeks

Straight action on the carpet, rug burns on my knees

Overdose on this love, scratch marks on my chest

Satisfied guaranteed with the Playboy spec