Grits

[Intro]

Listen, little girl

Young girl, hey, whoa

[Verse 1]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Interlude]

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

[Bridge]

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

[Chorus]

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