(feat. Trey Songz)
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[Ludacris - Verse 1:]
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Welcome to my little sanctuary
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you've been looking so good all day
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and you really got a nigga pretty anxious baby
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better call your boss tell him that your daddy's home
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take a couple days off
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and take it off and leave nothing but your T-shirts and your panties on
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feeling high but I'm hung real low looking sorta like a tripod,
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so power down your cell phone and power up your iPod
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power down your inhibitions and power up your inner freak
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(yes... fuck)
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it's the only words that you finna speak
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its about to get real x-rated
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can you handle what I'm 'bout to do
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but enough about me let me think
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should I be worrying about if I can handle you
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damn right I'ma get that thing and I'ma put my name on it
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all night I'ma whip that thing, all state better put a claim on it
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I claim my territory, my tongue finna mark you up
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you could be my fire cracker, my tongue gon spark you up
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get ready for blast off, waterfalls gon splash off
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you might lose around 4 or 5 pounds so get ready to sweat your ass off
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[Trey Songz - Chorus:]
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Welcome to my sex room
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where your body meets my body
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its our private afterparty
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if you want it girl I got it in my sex room
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candles and a pole sets your body to your soul
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from the bed down to the floor, sex room
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mirrors in the head board, even got a camcord
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baby won't you dance in my sex room
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Welcome to my sex room
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where your body meets my body
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its a private afterparty
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if you want it girl I got it
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in my sex room
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[Ludacris - Verse 2]
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Let the candles burn, Imma turn these lights down
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and when your body gets hot, it'll get you licked up and iced down
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nipples hard as rocks, lips as soft as cotton
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your the apple of my eye, and I got you spoiled rotten
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I'mma get my video camera, lets make a movie baby
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you the star so as soon as I press record you got's to do me baby
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you can stare all in the mirror, take a pic at how good you looking
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Imma have your body smoking, take a look at what Luda's cooking
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my arm underneath your leg leg
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or behind your head is how I gots to get ya
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right hand left hand all red in the bed like we've been playing twister
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now I've got you tangled up and you caught all in my web
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should I let you loose nah
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I think I'll get the blindfold instead
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you better get a couple towels baby
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cos we about to slip and slide
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you don't ever need a horse or saddle
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I'mma give you this dick to ride
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I'mma grant your every wish and fulfill your fantasy
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aint nobody else allowed in the sex room
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it's only you and me
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[Chorus]
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Sex Room
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Ludacris |