[Intro: Juicy J]
King of r&b, R. Kelly!
Juicy J in the buildin'!
Tell ‘em, Kell!
[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
Grab on it,
Turn you over, find that spot like there's a map on it,
Call my lap a beat the way this shawty snaps on it,
I keep that pussy cummin' like I ran a tab on it.
Hey we in here flexin' like it's nothing,
Grindin' and we bumpin' ,
Booty so big, got a nigga hearin' trumpets.
Sit it on my face like ba-da-bum-bum-bum!
Make shawty make it clap like ba-da-bum-bum-bum!
I'm gon' throw this cash here, we gon' lap it up,
Purple on deck, baby, we can smoke it up,
She know what she doin' in that see-through lingerie,
I'ma have this room soundin' like a Mardi Gras parade.
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
She blow me like a tuba,
I beat it up like a snare drum;
That girl make me want it
‘Cause every time we in the bed room
It be soundin' like a marching band,
It be soundin' like a marching band,
It be soundin' like a marching band.
I know the neighbors next door can feel that bass
‘Cause every time we in the bed room
It be soundin' like a marching band.
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
She like it on her chin like a violin,
And she be dancin like a majorette,
Wetter than a river, and I'm divin in.
Everyday a good day for sex,
Four in the mornin' just like two in the evenin',
Take her into my world, now ain't no way she leavin.
Give her just what she need,
Take her smoke and a breather,
Ass soft as a feather, I TKO it, Mayweather.
In the lobby Four Seasons with like ten or twelve broads
All headed to my suite, it's a million thot march,
Only thing we ain't about to do is sleep,
Beat it like a drum, it sound like we at a Jamboree.
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
She blow me like a tuba,
I beat it up like a snare drum;
That girl make me want it
‘Cause every time we in the bed room
It be soundin' like a marching band,
It be soundin' like a marching band,
It be soundin' like a marching band.
I know the neighbors next door can feel that bass
‘Cause every time we in the bed room
It be soundin' like a marching band.
[Bridge: R. Kelly]
After the party she gone leave with me,
Yeah, we gon' lay up for the freakin' weekend,
And I'ma have her soundin' like a symphony.
After the party she gone leave with me,
Yeah, we gon' lay up for the freakin' weekend,
And I'ma have her soundin' like a symphony.
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
She blow me like a tuba,
I beat it up like a snare drum;
That girl make me want it
‘Cause every time we in the bed room
It be soundin' like a marching band,
It be soundin' like a marching band,
It be soundin' like a marching band.
I know the neighbors next door can feel that bass
‘Cause every time we in the bed room
It be soundin' like a marching band,
It be soundin' like a marching band.