Lemme See - Usher, Rick Ross

I hear you, yeah

Rock with me

Fuck with me

Hey girl, I’m debating if I should take you home

Should I take you home?

I don’t mean to keep you waiting

But I just gotta know if you’re ready

She say she wanna take her skirt off, be my guest

I decided to take my shirt off and show my chest

And we’ve been sipping on that Merlot

So you know what’s next

Working intermissions, switching positions

We so explicit, oh…

You’ve been saying all night long

That you couldn’t wait to get me home alone

What you gon' do to me

Don’t talk about it, be about it

Let me see, let me see, let me see

Girl, I can’t wait to get you home

Talk a good game, mate, come on

Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me

Quit talking 'bout it, be about it

Let me see, let me see, let me see

I’ll be anticipating

What you would do to me

What you gon' do to me?

Sex education

Hands on when you’re with me

Can you handle me?

She say she wanna take her skirt off, be my guest

I decided to take my shirt off and show my chest

And we’ve been sipping on that Merlot

So you know what’s next

Working intermissions, switching positions

We so explicit, oh…

You’ve been saying all night long

That you couldn’t wait to get me home alone

What you gon' do to me

Don’t talk about it, be about it

Let me see, let me see, let me see

Girl, I can’t wait to get you home

Talk a good game, mate, come on

Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me

Quit talking 'bout it, be about it

Let me see, let me see, let me see

Got on all my ice, talking cash shit

Been balling all my life, Lamborghini’s, fast whips

She down to ride and deserves a boss who down to provide

We run the streets, but on G5's, I’m talking fly

Boots and blue jeans, Cartier, newer rings

You with a big boy, so we do the big things

Had to valet park it, Chanel hoodie on

Looking like Trayvon Martin, George Zimmerman, I’m wanted

She on my wanted poster, Ciroc in my mimosa

I’m balling like LeBron, we shopping in Milan

The 458 Ferrari, I park it on the lawn

I let her meet my tongue, she blew up like a bomb

The sex is so explosive, her stuff is supersonic

She my new addiction, I swear, I’m through with chronic

Rozay and Usher Raymond, girl, we the hottest

Rocking the most ice, I said we the hottest

You’ve been saying all night long

That you couldn’t wait to get me home alone

What you gon' do to me

Don’t talk about it, be about it

Let me see, let me see, let me see

I can’t wait to get you home

Talk a good game, mate, come on

Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me

Quit talking 'bout it, be about it

Let me see, let me see, let me see