"Parents" genre: Pop
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	Lyrics Parents? (Damn!) (Chorus1) I was making love to my girl In the living room, man Our bodies bumpin n grindin Like Tyrese jam Hot and dirty like Lil’ Kim song That’s when her parents came home Damn Damn her dad came home Let’s see you explain this Explain why his daughters legs Up past her waist and Why you think she’s special and not so nameless Tell them why your ass decided to play this How the hell are you supposed to duck Out the basement Get up out the crib before your hit And see mad faces You stuck kid You might as well go ahead and face it Her peeps got you locked But why are they so angry Maybe its cause they baby was caught Getting it on Or maybe cause they can’t admit She can handle her own She pursed you got the clue Seduced you at her home Either way you gotta pay, You better try to run Cause you know in mami and papi’s eyes You the one that’s wrong Explain all you want son You bout to bite the farm Yes sir and no sir The only things that you’ll be on Or Tylenol and Benadryl To keep the swelling down (Chorus1) I was making love to my girl In the living room, man Our bodies bumpin n grindin Like Tyrese jam Hot and dirty like Lil’ Kim song That’s when her parents came home Damn My friends keep on saying Why don’t ya forget about her And I don’t know why But yo I can’t forget about her Why couldn’t she say “Yeah that’s who I’m fucking” And we ain’t done yet So you better start Trucking” And something inside of me Keeps on reminding me It seems to be blinding me And I’m sick of this irony Flash 1 second we were loving Damn The next second I was ducking Man It was good while it lasted Now I’m bare-assed About to be blasted I screwed around Trying to get nasty And now me and my baby Together in the past Ain’t you ever had one That’s just right for you Get all up in ass Just like is was Tai food Forget about the time Consumed in the mood Running from police Too young too soon (Chorus1) I learned my lesson though Next time were gonna Take it to my house (Chorus2) I was getting busy with my girl On the washing machine Her body looking hotter Then a girl from dream Make it hot! Like Sisqo said That’s when her sister walked in Damn!

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