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      Blak Pudd'n

      Blak Pudd'n

      SWV

      Album: It's About Time

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      SWV - Blak Pudd'n Música y Letra

      Boy, be quite, follow me and tip toe
      
      Don't wanna make too much noise
      
      Sneaking in your window
      
      So pull down the shades
      
      
      'Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy
      
      Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothes-y
      
      Can I get a witness? Betta fitness
      
      Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right
      
      
      Lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings
      
      In my ear to get my hormones in gear
      
      Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam
      
      Melts in your mouth but not in your hand
      
      Black pudd'n
      
      
      Separates the boys from the men
      
      You can knock all day Jehovah but you can't get in
      
      Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
      
      And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back
      
      Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all woman
      
      So check it, the proof is in the pudd'n
      
      
      Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
      
      Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
      
      Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
      
      I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n
      
      
      Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
      
      Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out your spoon
      
      And let's begin the mixing, always in the bedroom
      
      Never in the kitchen you can get busy
      
      
      With your head beneath the blanket
      
      Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'cause women in the 90's
      
      Want more from a brother than a part-time lover
      
      Who's wack undercover, so brother, do your duty
      
      When it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the pudd'n
      
      
      If he ain't got the head room
      
      So, dip, D I P, dive if you wanna be a diver
      
      Sport a helmet with a light like an old gold miner
      
      No need to taste test the puddn's always fresh
      
      So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess
      
      
      Can I get my spoon in, no way
      
      Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo
      
      Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
      
      What about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa
      
      Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
      
      So, Holy Molly
      
      ([Unverified])
      
      
      Can I get my spoon in, no way
      
      Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo
      
      Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
      
      What about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa
      
      Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
      
      So, Holy Molly
      
      ([Unverified])
      
      
      Can I get my spoon in, no way
      
      Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo
      
      Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
      
      What about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa
      
      Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
      
      So, Holy Molly
      
      ([Unverified])
      
      
      Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
      
      Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
      
      Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
      
      I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n
      
      
      Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
      
      I know that you love it from the smile on your face
      
      Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky
      
      The cream in the middle of a Twinkie
      
      'Cause I likes my men cot diesel
      
      
      And if you're unleaded then nigga, just forget it
      
      You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either
      
      With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever
      
      Undercover lover, in between the sheets
      
      As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat
      
      
      Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
      
      Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
      
      But I have getting hickies on my neck in the summer
      
      'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
      
      I heats up the mike 'til your blood pressure rises
      
      
      It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
      
      Pull out your spoon, and let us begin
      
      But if you front on the pudd'd
      
      You might not get your spoon in

      SWV - Blak Pudd'n Música y Letra

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