Grits - Angie Stone

He stood all up in it

That wood all up in it

Felt good all up in it do tell

And when y’all was finished

Both smiling like dentist

More and more in love you both fell

He handled his B.I.

But pardon me see I

Don’t know 'bout you young girls today

You call it smashing

But what about passion

I’m 'bout to show you the way

Hey young girl

Little girl

Tell that boy to stir like grits

Oh baby

Circular motion

Nice and slow whip it real good

Flexin' and strokin'

Ain’t no rush make it feel good

Tell him keep mixing keep stirring

Like he in the kitchen yeah

Wind your hips and then bite your lip baby

Tell that boy to stir like grits plus gravy

'Til you both cussin' «ooh shit, now that’s it»

You ain’t done nothin' you ain’t been made love to

'Til you drip sweat the sheets soak it’s no joke

Go slow mo cause you ain’t been made love to

'Til you leaving wet washcloths on your nightstand

You ain’t making love to the right man

You call it smashing but what about passion

Angie gonna show you today

Hey young girl

Little girl

Tell that boy to stir like grits

Oh baby

Circular motion

Nice and slow whip it real good

Flexin' and strokin'

Ain’t no rush make it feel good

Tell him keep mixing keep stirring

Like he in the kitchen yeah

Wind your hips and then bite your lip baby

Tell that boy to stir like grits plus gravy

Oh don’t think that what y’all doin' we ain’t already done before

Oh we done done that then some

Now see the only way I can teach you about it is to sing about it

You gon' learn from me today

And the high’s not wearing off

When the lights are coming on

Gonna hold each other tight

Gonna be a long long night

And the clothes start falling off

Add some photos to the vault

And there’ll be no dozing off

Get ready for a long long night

Oh baby

Circular motion

Nice and slow whip it real good

Flexin' and strokin'

Ain’t no rush make it feel good

Tell him keep mixing keep stirring

Like he in the kitchen yeah

Wind your hips and then bite your lip baby

Tell that boy to stir like grits plus gravy

Real real good

Feel real good