ฟังเพลงControl Myself

Control Myself - LL Cool J/Jennifer Lopez\

Lyrics by：Jermaine Dupri/James Todd Smith/J. Phillips/Ryan Toby/J. Miller/A Bambaataa/A. Baker/J Robie

Composed by：Jermaine Dupri/James Todd Smith/J. Phillips/Ryan Toby/J. Miller/A Bambaataa/A. Baker/J Robie

Produced by：Jermaine Dupri/LROC/Cory Rooney

No me puedo controlar aqui con el senor LL Cool J

Y aqui estoi

Get before

Oh oh

Your no dc

So so

Muevete

The club was far from empty

It was crowded at the entry

I slide right through like how I do

This girl began to tempt me

She said her name Shaiyeeda

I could tell her mama feed her

When they tight and when them jeans don't fit

I'm L nice to meet ya

I could feel my body yearnin'

The room just started turnin'

Didn't wanna go out on the floor

But this girl was so determined

Let's dance

My brain began to sizzle

I'm sweatin' just a little

On the dance floor in the middle

She turned around and giggled

She said

You got you got you got

What it takes to make me leave my man

It's hard to control myself

It's hard to control myself

You got you got you got

What it takes to make this boy be bad

It's hard to control myself

It's hard to control myself

Get to hold myself

Back from

Jumpin' on ya

Like I wanna

Like I wanna wanna

Temptation is a mother

How we lust for one another yeah

We barely know eachother

Yet we're whilin' like we're lovers uh huh

The air is filled with passion

The strobe lights are flashin'

The hustlers throw cash n

The bar tender keeps splashin'

Her moves were so erotic

Her games were so hypnotic

I bet this girl could stop it

But she continued to pop it

You know I know you like it

Let me hit you on your sidekick

'Cause the after party is at my body

Meet me you're invited

She said

You got you got you got

What it takes to make me leave my man

It's hard to control myself

It's hard to control myself

You got you got you got

What it takes to make this boy be bad

It's hard to control myself

It's hard to control myself

Get to hold myself

Back from

Jumpin' on ya

Like I wanna

Like I wanna wanna

She licked off

Her lip gloss

Her hips toss

Back and forth

Side to side and

Up and down

She touched the ground

It turned me out

I'm battlin' desire

Lord help me douse this fire

This internal inferno

Hotter than a shot of cuervo

Her top was short and purple

Belly dancin' in a circle

When I feel like this I can't resist

I don't make me hurt you

She said

You got you got you got

What it takes to make me leave my man

It's hard to control myself

It's hard to control myself

You got you got you got

What it takes to make this boy be bad

It's hard to control myself

It's hard to control myself

Get to hold myself

Back from

Jumpin' on ya

Like I wanna

Like I wanna wanna

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Haa yeah

Honey they bread the floud dance foor

Right right now

Oh oh yeah

Hoo hoo hoo

Siki siki

Ha ha

Siki siki

Siki siki