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    "Turn Me On" Lyrics

    Fat Joe

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    [Fat Joe]
    Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti..
    Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me

    [Irv Gotti]
    We back, my nigga Chink Santana
    Murder Inc., Terror Squad

    [Chorus: Ronda Blackwell + (Fat Joe)]
    Boy you keep on turning me..
    Love the way you turn me on
    Got me feeling all alone
    (Love it when you turn me on)
    Boy you keep on turning me..
    Love the way you turn me on
    When you got me singing this song
    Love the way you turn me on

    [Fat Joe]
    Yo, push your seat back, ma feel who you rolling wit
    Relax, and let Crack take control of this
    Have some 'Gnac, Hennessy and Coka Cola mix
    To stop at 1-6-5 for that potent shit
    So now we rolling this, it's nine fifteen
    I'm sure you know where we going but time is the key
    Let's smoke a lil, climb high in tha trees
    Choke a lil while my hand rub your thigh and your knees
    You know that silly shit, and now it's ten on six
    We in the village jus a lil ripped
    Pumping Jodeci while a nigga whip
    And watch you marinate, feel free to sing along while I navigate
    This is your song ma, crackalate
    So when it's time to get it on she gon know that it's wrong to procrastinate
    Steady saying that I'm turning her on, I'm like "I know"
    Didn't your friends tell you that you fucking wit Joe? Oh boy

    [Chorus]

    [Fat Joe]
    Yo, smooth cuz I don't get upset
    If she ain't wit it then cool, I can go without sex
    I ain't gotta spend big for a girl at Mya
    We could, go to Papayas and, talk the night up
    Tell me bout yourself, your hopes, your dreams, your struggles
    I'm tryna ta front but I'm feelin ta touch you
    I got the heat on blast, I bet you thinkin like "He want ass"
    But still you thinkin that you might
    Playin the rules, pretendin to be a fool
    When you ask silly questions like "What we gon do?"
    I'ma leave it your hands, let you make your move
    Now you want me to stay over, games over

    [Chorus]

    [Fat Joe] Oooh, you sex it baby, ahhh, jus shake it mama

    [Ronda B] Yeah

    [Fat Joe] Bag it up, sing this song

    [Ronda B] Love it when you turn me on

    [Fat Joe]
    Yo, now it's on, shorty's strippin in the living room
    My heart racing cuz I know I'm gon hit it soon
    Pop that ass, sit it on my lap
    Don't stop like that, put it on Crack
    Let me beat it from the back, now I'm pounding it right
    Wearing a thong on my head cuz you know I'm wild for tonight
    When we done talk a lil bit to keep her in the groove
    Try ta make it last so my exit is smooth, ya know

    [Chorus 2x w/ Fat Joe ad libs]
    This song was submitted on September 11th, 2009 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Arnold Hennings, Daron Jones, Michael Keith, Kevin Lyttle, Quinnes Parker, Marvin Scandrick.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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