Proclivities Songtext
von LL Cool J feat. Saweetie

Damn, baby, I don′t know if you dance or not
I'd love to see you on the pole
I don′t know if you conservative, or if you're a freak
But I'd love to see you lose control
Make the O-face for me, bounce your ass on me
Turn around, bust it open, that′s a long story
Give it to you mad rough, baby, where the handcuffs?
I′ma tie you up from the back while we stand up
Pullin' on your hair, kiss you from the side
Keep it right there, slingshot ride
Now I got you in the air, feels good to be alive
That′s what happens when the pressure is applied
Waitin' at your job, ′bout a quarter past five
Take you in thе alleyway, slap it on your thigh
This parkin'-lot pimpin′, yeah, I park it in your eyе
Travel with your finger, try to look up at the sky


So what you gon' do with it?
And my face a movie star, ooh wit' it
Ooh, let me tell you my proclivities, so come on outside
They′re cheerin′ my name when they come outside

I'm jinglin′, baby (Go 'head, daddy)
You′re the king of it, baby (Go 'head, daddy)
Drip, drip on me, baby (Go ′head, daddy)
They be thinkin' we crazy (Oh, go 'head, daddy)
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You don′t need GPS to find my spot
Louis flip-flops push gears in my drop-top
Get a little messy when you in my Snapshot
Geeked up, he don′t need Wi-Fi for this hot spot
Uh, I get his head sprung
I like it when it go, that's a lump sum
If you gon′ fuck my weave up, then get my hair done
A couple bundles pressed out with a top bun
Is you cool with it, daddy? Mm-hmm, yeah
He said that he like whatever I like
Penthouse, let's spin back, let′s get the vibe right
He ate me, infinity, that's my type


So what you gon′ do with it?
And my face a movie star, ooh wit' it
Ooh, let me tell you my proclivities, so come on outside
They're cheerin′ my name when they come outside
So what you gon′ do with it?
And my face a movie star, ooh wit' it
Ooh, let me tell you my proclivities, so come on outside
They′re cheerin' my name when they come outside

Sippin′ Irish, want some Guinness when I'm handlin′ my business
You like it when I—, you finish the sentence
I like it when you top me in the rented
Use both hands, the usual plans
She can watch us and we can watch her dance
I normally don't do this, but tonight I throw some bands
I come and pick you up, I might not hit you in advance
I pick you up and come, that's how we do, you understand?
I make the panties drop like the elevator cable prop
Gym trainer when I stretch you on the table-top
Put your crown on my head, call me the king of rock
Can you smell what I′m cookin′?
I hit you in Piscataway, they hear your ass in Brooklyn
Extra rude with it, people walkin' by and lookin′
Foggin' up their glasses, see the way the ass is
Cuttin′ up like classes, po-po harass us, we drive off, laughin'
You ain′t a maid, baby, make it sloppy
Body language cocky
Since we're skatin' it turned into night
And you like to play with the ice
I pull out my stick and invite you to play some tonsil hockey
I put the box in the penalty
Love it when you try to score goals on me mentally
People without proclivities fray eventually
It′s destiny for you and me to keep the same energy