Need Some Quiet

[Hook] Mama you wine fine Mama you... mama you.. Mama... mama you wine fine We need some quiet time Mama you wine fine Mama you wine fine And on the hush hush We need some quiet time [Lil Wayne] I get, I get I, I, I get so deep in that pussy, I touch the back of your soul You gotta man, I bet I can make you pack up and roll Yeah, let's ride like we attached to the road And if we on the same track, I hope we crash and explode Yeah, where do the passionate go? I beat it up forever, girl I'll take a national oath Nobody know what goes on the latch on the door And if you throw it to me baby, I will catch it and score Yea, yeah I beat that I be running right when she call me She got that shit I just can't avoid She so addictive And she know that I do anything that she tell me I am her personal sex toy And then, I pop the bottle of that Cris I had a glass, she had a glass I had a glass, she had a glass again Ya know, then she was ready, got to it One time, two times, hit me up and I take that ass again And I told her [Hook] [Lil Wayne] Say girl... I see ya walkin like the cameras on ya I love ya backshots I'm like a crackhead, and you got your crack out See, we got chemistry baby, we like cat and mouse You blow my brains out, I blow ya back out Now what is that about You got me sweatin, you so hard I'm bout to pass out And we could do it on the beach, in the grass house Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house Uh-huh I know what I'm doin, I'm on it until the mornin Hop on it until it's foamin, I bone it better than homie I want it better than homie, come get on this pony I put my name on it, I own it That's right Pin ya to the wall, give ya couple of back bites Give ya couple of thigh bites, then here comes the highlight I could make ya act rrright Take a ten minute break, then get back right And then I told her [Hook] [Lil Wayne] Yeah, I told her Ya mama gotta be a model, or sum'n And if you was a wine bottle, I'm drunk She dancin on me like it's just us Girl, you could make a nigga pay ya rent for six months Shyeah, I ain't lyin girl I could make ya little pussy start cryin girl You on fire, girl You know the fireman could put out the fire, girl Are those applebottom jeans ya wearin? She said these is Donna Karen So tight, she can't even let air in Man, I swear, I saw a blind man starin No lie, and I hope she take her clothes off So we can do it 'til we doze off We fall asleep with our clothes off When we wake up, we pick up where we left off And then I tell her [Hook]