Busta Rhymes, Chris Brown and Shenseea - OPEN WIDE

I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it's you and I, yeah
When we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it's do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
'Pen wide, 'pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
'Pen wide (ayy), 'pen wide (ayy), 'pen wide (ayy, uh)

See you's a troublemaker? Let's cause some trouble (trouble)
Bust a bottle of Rosé, let the bottle bubble
Take a sip of the bottle while you unloosen my buckles (loosen my buckles)
Fuck what they think, they can't fuck with this power couple (power couple)
The way you got me feeling, girl, I think we better go
Then get to making love on the balcony of the Delano
Presidential suite, full of loving that's unconditional
'Til I taste your soul on your tongue, see, what we we doing is spiritual
Mami, see what I'ma do it put you in a coma, yo
And watch you sleep like a baby and sip me a Corona slow
Wining and dining on an island daydreaming
Two doves laying on the table where we brunching and eating
We smile and tryna decipher the symbol and the meaning
And we look back at each other while we sip a little Riesling
Lots of love in every evening, squeezing hard
When I reminisce over you, my god

I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it's you and I, yeah
When we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it's do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
'Pen wide, 'pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
'Pen wide (ayy), 'pen wide (ayy), 'pen wide (ayy, uh)

It's alright (alright), you got my number
Call me when you need more
And that dress (ooh), I got you under
I'ma try to make you open wide ('pen wide)
'Pen wide ('pen wide), 'pen wide ('pen wide)
Baby, I got you open wide
'Pen wide, 'pen wide (ayy-ayy), 'pen wide (ayy)

Ah Shenseea
O-P-E-N, if you bust quick
Mi ah ticket yuh for speeding
Only time you leave ah if I hit yuh leavin'
Real good pussy, give you something fi believe in (I be)
Wet like a tide (I be)
Too open wide
Butt wide nuh mean some are big inna size (oh)
Boy, come to me
Pussy power make any dead man come alive

She cook mi fish up wit' mi okra
Give it to me, ma
That's how mi love it, yeah, ayy
Full up on loving, I got the open fire
Check the temperature, it got it hot up in here all night
Baby girl, yes, I see you
Di way you pulling off your clothes
Every girl tryin' to be you
Di way you come, I'll steal the show and I

I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it's you and I, yeah
When we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it's do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
'Pen wide, 'pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
'Pen wide (ayy), 'pen wide (ayy), 'pen wide (ayy, uh)

Written by:
Trevor Smith, Christopher Maurice Brown, Chinsea Lee

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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