[Chorus: Dru Hill & Xavier Omär]
Tell me what you want (Haha, haha)
Tell what you need (Tell me, babe)
Tell me if it ain't good enough for you, babe
Hey, you gotta be grown for this, haha
Tell me what you want
Yeah, 90' babies (Hmm, hmm)
Tell what you need
Y'all know what time it is (Oh yeah)
Tell me if it ain't good enough for you, babe
Woo, yeah
Tell me
[Verse]
It's too late to be actin' nervous
On the phone, you was textin' like a different person
Like how you couldn't wait to try to move them hips in cursive
Like you gon' whisper in my еar, you leave me cursin'
Do it thеn, do it then, baby this is perfect (Yeah)
Switch positions and listen you breathin' a little different, your body always gon' tell me (Ooh)
And when you do the same, I'm up in the stand
She say she don't feel no pain, when she feel my chain
I feel it more, tell me some more
Leave no doubt (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I swear it's really like a different person (Ah)
It's Sunday mornin' and we messed around and miss the service
And you still tryna find wherever your shirt is
God bless them braids, eyes rollin', glazed
And we can run it back, if the feelin' emerges
Right now just—
Tell me what you want (Haha, haha)
Tell what you need (Tell me, babe)
Tell me if it ain't good enough for you, babe
Hey, you gotta be grown for this, haha
Tell me what you want
Yeah, 90' babies (Hmm, hmm)
Tell what you need
Y'all know what time it is (Oh yeah)
Tell me if it ain't good enough for you, babe
Woo, yeah
Tell me
[Verse]
It's too late to be actin' nervous
On the phone, you was textin' like a different person
Like how you couldn't wait to try to move them hips in cursive
Like you gon' whisper in my еar, you leave me cursin'
Do it thеn, do it then, baby this is perfect (Yeah)
Switch positions and listen you breathin' a little different, your body always gon' tell me (Ooh)
And when you do the same, I'm up in the stand
She say she don't feel no pain, when she feel my chain
I feel it more, tell me some more
Leave no doubt (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I swear it's really like a different person (Ah)
It's Sunday mornin' and we messed around and miss the service
And you still tryna find wherever your shirt is
God bless them braids, eyes rollin', glazed
And we can run it back, if the feelin' emerges
Right now just—
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