Sheet Music Testo

featuring Chubby Jag

(Verse)
Baby, you know I’m a gentleman
But when we get down, you know I’m into it.
That’s why I treat your body like an instrument,
You’ll be hitting high notes when you’re feeling it, like *uh*

(Bridge)
First, I’ll make you feel it, Then you give me them lyrics,
Like I know you ain’t no murderer,
But come on, baby, kill it.
Gotta be the realest thing that ever was,
They can’t do it like we do it like it’s does.
So come on, baby.

(Chorus)
Baby, I just wanna make sheet music,
Uh, I know you love it when we do it.
Oh, ain’t too much to ask,
Every time we play together,
Girl, we make a smash.
And we touch, we gonna write a song tonight
And you gonna wanna play all along tonight
You know where to hit when we do it, do it
Come on, baby, I just wanna make sheet music.

(Verse)
Baby, I enjoy the finer things, That’s why I got my hand up in all kind of things.
But darling, when I’m with you, I’m focused, babe.
Everything that you do got me open and it’s true.
Girl, you got that magic, can’t nobody match it,
He be calling radio like uh, I gotta have it.
You gotta be the baddest thing that ever was
They can’t do it like we do it like it does.

(Chorus)
Baby, I just wanna make sheet music,
Uh, I know you love it when we do it.
Oh, ain’t too much to ask,
Every time we play together,
Girl, we make a smash.
And we touch, we gonna write a song tonight
And you gonna wanna play all along tonight
You know where to hit when we do it, do it
Come on, baby, I just wanna make sheet music.

(Verse)
Okay, stand up, drop your jeans, girl,
Stand up on that thing, girl,
We gonna make a movie in my Jacuzzi, grown up scenes, girl.
She yelling at me, scream, girl,
What’s my name? yeah, scream, girl.
I’m a bad boy, I take it out and she beg for your theme, girl.
It’s gonna add up, mad up, I’m standing there with my pux up,
I smack it up, she back it up, her face down, her ass up.
Her hair hang low, see you got your toenails red,
Said I’m just gonna see skid on them cheap sheets like a hotel bad.
Yeah, say my name, say my name, say that shit like you be snitching on me,
You cook the meal while I eat it up,
Put your apron on in the kitchen, on me.
Chubby, ever real, girl,
Tell me how the real thing feel, girl.
Your tight dress and your heels big,
Don’t rough from it, be still, girl.

(Chorus)
Baby, I just wanna make sheet music,
Uh, I know you love it when we do it.
Oh, ain’t too much to ask,
Every time we play together,
Girl, we make a smash.
And we touch, we gonna write a song tonight
And you gonna wanna play all along tonight
You know where to hit when we do it, do it
Come on, baby, I just wanna make sheet music.