Nothing But A Number Lyrics

Pretty Ricky - Nothing But A Number Lyrics

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Nothing But A Number Lyrics

It aint nothing but a number,
It aint nothing but a number,
It aint nothing but a number,
It aint nothing but a number.

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You say its because of my ex-girl, but age aint nothing but a number. It aint nothing but a number
(number baby)
You say its becaue of my ex-girl, but age aint nothing but a number. It aint nothin but a number
(number baby)

I'm a young man, but my dick grown up.
I like to beat it open with your legs sho' up.
I'm the one you call when you wanna get fucked.
Hit you in da house, in da car, in da truck.
Baby bend over, let me hit you from the back.
I'ma show you how Stella got her groove back.
How you feel like a little girl, stickin for your boyfriend, leavin' your window cracked.
I get a phone call everyday weekly.
Legs open easy.
The meanin' of L.O.V.E, babyblue, B.A.B.Y.B.L.U.E.
Have you spellin you my name in yo sleep.
I beat that drum like the energizer bunny.
Keep goin' and goin', goin' and goin'.
Show ya that an old man can't do ya like I can.
I'll flip it and keep ya moanin'.

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I know you been goin' through some changes.
People got you anglin' in different directions.
How its time for the best.
Sit down on the bed gurl.
Let me teach you what lesson I'm talkin' 'bout.
Havin sex 'n' a little romance and a little affection.
I'm talking' 'bout headboard bangin'.
Forget about dem other ones, aint noboyd gonna do you like (ahh)
Tryin to blow your mind and make you wonder girl.Say turn the page to another chapter 'cause you want
matter nothin'thats matter.
I'm your servent, your my master.
I'm tryin to climb this latter happily ever after.

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Don't waste no time, just gimme your hand lets wald on the sand. Spend a couple of grand.
Approachin' your body with sex appeal.
On the real, me and you could just chill.
I'm talkin' 'bout black action, satisfaction, garentee you wip lashes on your back.
Gurl my luv is everlastin, everlastin.
I wanna sign ya, and wine 'n' dine ya.
Spin you like DJ Rhyma.
Suck on your neck like a vampire.
We'll bomb.
'Bout to blow up all you need is a big timer.
Don't worry 'bout age 'cause I'm 21, bout ninza.

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