Kevin McCall - Guess Who (Home Alone) lyrics

This the type of shit that make ya
This the type of shit that make ya
This the type of shit that
Make ya clothes fall off
Clothes fall off, fall

Girl i'm speeding in my rover
'cause im rushing to come over
'cause I need it right now but
I ain't trying to wake your home girl up
Oh, since you say she ain't home
We can get it poppin', we can get it on
We can do it 'til it's early in the morning
Make you come over and over and over again
Yeah

Don't it feel good girl?
When I give it to you good, girl
I'm in your neighborhood, girl
So be expecting company, yeah
Guess who's coming over
Girl I got a lil' something
Something to show ya
Girl I hope you ready, for what
I'm about to do to you, yeah
So guess who's coming over
Girl, I got a couple freaky things to show ya
Girl, I'm trying to get up, all up, in ya
Ooh I hope your home alone

Is anybody home? I hope your all alone girl
If I have you all to myself
Soon as I show up
Imma snatch off all your clothes
And imma tear you up
Have you screaming so loud we
Wake the neighbors up
All over the house, girl it's going down
Let me take you upstairs to
Your bedroom, right now, ooh
Baby hold it steady for me, and
Let me love you deeper, yeah

Don't it feel good girl?
When I give it to you good, girl
I'm in your neighborhood, girl
So be expecting company, yeah
Guess who's coming over
Girl I got a lil' something
Something to show ya
Girl I hope you ready, for what
I'm about to do to you, yeah
So guess who's coming over
Girl, I got a couple freaky things to show ya
Girl, I'm trying to get up, all up, in ya
Ooh I hope your home alone

So many freaky things I want to do to you
And your body baby we can start off in the
Kitchen on the counter babe let me taste ya
Imma make you beg for more
And make you come harder than before
Girl, I'm at your door, I hope your all alone

Guess who's coming over
Girl I got a lil something
Something to show ya
Girl I hope you ready, for what
I'm about to do to you, yeah
So guess who's coming over
Girl I got a couple freaky things to show ya
Girl i'm trying to get up, all up, in ya
Ooh, I hope your home alone

This the type of shit that make ya
This the type of shit that make ya
This the type of shit that
Make ya clothes fall off
Clothes fall off, fall