Lil Wayne - Need Some Quiet Lyrics
[chorus]Mama You Wine FineMama You... Mama You..Mama... Mama You Wine FineWe Need Some Quiet Time [x3]Mama You Wine FineMama You Wine FineAnd On The Hush Hush, We Need Some Quiet Time[lil Wayne]I Get, I GetI, I, I Get So Deep In That *****, I Touch The Back Of Your SoulYou Gotta Man, I Bet I Can Make You Pack Up And RollYea, Let's Ride Like We Attached To The RoadAnd If We On The Same Track, I Hope We Crash And ExplodeYea, Where Do The Passionate GoI Beat It Up Forever, Girl I'll Take A National OathNobody Know What Goes On The Latch On The DoorAnd If You Throw It To Me Baby, I Will Catch It And ScoreYea, YeaI Beat That, I Be Right When She Call Me, She Got That Shit I Just Can't AvoidShe So Addictive And She Know That I Do Anything That She Tell MeI Am Her Personal Sex ToyAnd Then, I Pop The Bottle Of That CrisI Had A Glass, She Had A Glass, I Had A Glass, She Had A Glass, AgainYa Know, Then She Was Ready Got To ItOne Time, Two Times, Hit Me Up And I Take That Ass AgainAnd I Told Her[chorus][lil Wayne]I See Ya Walkin Like The Cameras On Ya, I Love Ya BackshotsI'm Like A Crackhead, And You Got Your Crack OutSee, We Got Chemistry Baby, We Like Cat And MouseYou Blow My Brains Out, I Blow Ya Back OutNow What Is That AboutYou Got Me Sweatin You So Hard, I'm Bout To Pass OutAnd We Could Do It On The Beach, In The Grass HouseSay, We Could Do It On The Beach, In My Glass HouseUh HuhI Know What I'm Doin, I'm On It Until The MorninHop On It Until It's Foamin, I Bone It Better Than HomieI Want It Better Than Homie, Come Get On This PonyI Put My Name On It, I Own ItThat's RightPin Ya To The Wall, Give Ya Couple Of Back BitesGive Ya Couple Of Thigh Bites, Then Here Comes The HighlightI Could Make Ya Act RrrightTake A Ten Minute Break, Then Get Back RightAnd Then I Told Her[chorus][lil Wayne]Yea, I Told HerYa Mama Gotta Be A Model, Or SomethinAnd If You Was A Wine Bottle, I'm DrunkShe Dance On Me Like It's Just Us GirlYou Could Make A Nigga Pay Ya Rent For 6 MonthsShhhi, I Ain't Lyin GirlI Could Make Ya Little ***** Start Cryin GirlYou Won't Fire GirlYou Know The Fireman Could Put Out The Fire GirlAre Those Applebottom Jeans Ya Wearin?She Said These Is Donna KarenSo Tight, She Can't Even Let Air InMan I Swear I Saw A Blind Man StarinNo Lie, And I Hope She Take Her Clothes OffSo We Can Do It, 'til We Doze OffWe Fall Asleep With Our Clothes OffWhen We Wake Up, We Pick Up Where We Left OffAnd Then I Tell Her[chorus]
