Turnin' me on

You fly as hell, swagga right, brown skin poppin
You know just how to talk to me know just how I like it you turnin’ me on

You turnin’ me on, you turnin’ me on



Oh yeah, baby...that's what I'm talking about. You like when I grab your ass?


I wait a minute little buster you got one more time to feel on my booty
Better recognize a lady that ain’t the way you do me
You turnin’ me off, you turnin’ me off, you turnin’ me off
Better recognize a real woman


The fuck? You serious?



Aaaaaah
You ever try to get that close to me
You better come correct how you ‘proachin me
Dime divas give it to me
Aaaaaaah
I gotta be feelin’ your energy
I gotta be for sure that you’re into me
Recognize a real woman


Why don't you recognize a fuckin' NFL player, woman?



Goin up on it, you actin like you want it And you stuntin like your daddy checkin for this little mama
You turnin me on (aaaah) you turnin me on (aaaah), you turnin me on (aaaah)


That's what I thought. I'm 'bout to get some Patron, bitch. What you drinkin'?


Now wait a minute little buster
Now you don’t even know me but you wanna take me shopping
You a lame, I can tell it ain’t big sh!t poppin
You turnin me off (aaaah), you turnin me off (aaaah), you turnin me off (aaaah)
Better recognize a real woman

Wait...wait...cut this shit off. What the fuck did you just say, woman?



Uhh....I said....uh....

I'm Vince Fucking Young. You are some no name singer with one song. You think I ain't got enough money to buy some fucking Patron? Bitch, I could buy you.


Well...I'm just....


Shut the fuck up. Fuck it, man. I'm going home. Fuck you, fuck this club, fuck everything. Fuck it. I'm outta here.


That's the spirit, Vince. You wanna go play some Madden?