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Hard To Swallow


Artist: Vanilla Ice
Genres: Pop
Total songs: 8
Year: 1998

The Horny Song Lyrics - Hard To Swallow - Vanilla Ice

Now that ya feelin' it, I see you're gettin' weak 

You're gettin' real close, you're reachin' that peak 

Uh, you're like high altitude in a Lear Jet 

Work them hips like a pistons in a corvette 

 

Slow down or I'll have to pull ya over 

Search ya, handcuff ya, and do a move on ya 

You get a GWB stands for girl 

With a body pump it like a hottie 

 

Seems like you got switches and you're hittin' 'em 

Two wheel motion keep bumpin' 'em 

Now throw it east to west and put a hump in it 

Back stroke, and boogie with a bump in it 

 

Tell me how ya do it like that, how ya got stacked 

How you scrambled like a quarter back 

I want you weak in the knees and shaking in your pants 

And all I wanna do is make you dance 

 

Come on 

Come on 

Feel it 

 

Here I come 

Here I come 

Here I come 

 

See the sweat that you're lettin' off 

Now, keep it comin' girl, ya know I love it when you take it off 

You got me sittin' in the hot seat 

Drippin' from the body heat from my head to my feet 

 

We can do it by candle light all night 

Keep it goin' till the sunlight, that's right 

Whatcha tryin' to do, make the ice melt? 

Don't you know my cream is good for your health? 

 

You know you wanna shake what your mama gave ya 

You're getting real hot, now I'm gonna spray ya 

Rub it in like lotion, juices flowin' everywhere like water in the ocean 

 

You got that hourglass figure 

Uh, all the right moves and ya know I wanna dig ya 

You got thirty-one flavors, know what I mean? 

And I wanna take a dip in your ice cream 

 

Come on 

Come on 

 

Here I come 

Here I come 

Here I come 

 

Know I'll be the one to kick this shit off 

And crank it up like a 250 engine in a motorcross 

And make ya feel it girl till ya get sick with it 

And all that junk in your trunk, don't be stingy with it 

 

And I'm gonna make it all good like the weekend 

You got enough for yourself and for all my friends 

And it's enough of me to go round like the globe 

Set it up like a tent, watch it unfold 

 

I see your eyes glistening for the Benji's 

But you ain't gotta fake it, I just want you to shake it 

Break me off a piece of that action like Jackson 

I ain't trying to hit it and I ain't trying to wax it 

 

Picture you and me on the beach and you be 

Climbing up this tall coconut tree 

All I wanna do is hump with it and make you scream 

And eat you up as I floss with your g-string 

 

Come on 

Come on 

 

Here I come 

Here I come 

Here I come 

... 

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Copyright: Atv Music Publishing Llc, Sony