paroles de chanson Grits - Angie Stone

Listen, little girl
Young girl, hey, whoa
He stood all up in it, that wood all up in it
Felt good all up in it, do tell
And when y'all was finished, both smiling like vintage
More and more in love, you both fell
He handled his BI, but pardon me
See, I don't know 'bout you young girls today
You call it smashin', but what about passion?
I'm 'bout to show you the way
Hey, young girl, little girl
Tell that boy to stir like grits, oh baby
Circular motion, nice and slow with it, real good
Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good
Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' like he in the kitchen, yeah
Wind your hips and then bite your lip, baby
Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy
Do you both cuss, and ooh, yeah, that's it
You ain't done nothin', you ain't been made love to
'Til you drip sweat, the sheets soaked, it's no joke
Go slow-mo 'cause you ain't been made love to
'Til you leave a wet washcloth on your nightstand
You ain't makin' love to the right man
You call it smashin', but what about passion?
Angie gonna show you today
Hey, young girl, listen
Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy
Circular motion, nice and slow with it, real good
Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good
Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' like he in the kitchen, yeah
Wind your hips and then bite your lip, baby
Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy
Oh, don't think that what y'all doin'
We ain't already done before
Oh, we done done that, then some
And see the only way I can teach you about it is to sing about it
You gon' learn from me today
The high's not wearing off when the lights are coming on
Gonna hold each other tight, gonna be a long, long night
And the clothes start falling off, add some photos to the vault
And there'll be no dozing off, get ready for a long, long night
Circular motion, nice and slow with it, real good
Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good
Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' like he in the kitchen, yeah
Wind your hips and then bite your lip, baby
Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy