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---Lemme See---
--Usher--

Usher, baby
I hear you, yeah
Rock with meHey girl, I'm debating if I should take you home
Should I take you home?
I don't mean to keep you waiting
But I just gotta know
If you're readyShe say she wanna take her skirt off
Be my guest
I decided to take my shirt off
And show my chest
And we been sipping on that Merlot
So you know what's next
The perfect intermission, switching positions
We so explicit ohYou been saying all night long
That you couldn't wait to get me home alone
What you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see
Girl I can't wait to get you home
Talk a good game mate, come on
Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me seeI'll be anticipating
What you would do to me
What you gon' do to me
Sex babe is the occasion
Hands on when you're with me
Give your heart to me, yeahShe say she wanna take her skirt off
Be my guest
I decided to take my shirt off
And show my chest
And we been sipping on that Merlot
So you know what's next
The perfect intermission, switching positions
We so explicit ohYou been saying all night long
That you couldn't wait to get me home alone
What you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see
Girl I can't wait to get you home
Talk a good game mate, come on
Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me
Quit talking about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me seeGot on all my ice, talkin' cash shit
Been ballin' all my life, Lamborghinis, fast whips
She down to ride and she deserves a boss who's down to provide
We run the streets but on G5s, I'm talkin' fly
Boots and blue jeans, Cartier, Louis rings
You wit' a big boy so we do the big things
Had the valet parking, Chanel hoodie on
Looking like Trey Von Martin, joys in the mid morning
She on my wanted poster, still rocking my Mimosa
I'm ballin' like LeBron, we shoppin' in Milan
The four fifty-eight Ferrari, I park it on the lawn
I let her meet my tongue, she blew up like a bomb
The sex is so explosive, her stuff is supersonic
She my new addition, I swear I'm through it
Rosé and Usher Raymond, girl we the hottest
Rockin' the most ice, I say we the hottestYou been saying it all night long
That you couldn't wait to get me home alone
What you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see
I can't wait to get you home
Talk a good game mate, come on
Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see

Songwriters
DANIEL MORRIS, NIKOLAS MARZOUCA, JAMES SCHEFFER, ERIC A. BELLINGER, WILLIAM ROBERTS, LUNDON JANAE KNIGHTEN, USHER RAYMONDPublished by
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