Nothing But A Number Lyrics

Pretty Ricky

Yeah this you boy pleasure..
the fine pleasure...
to all the ladies who like pleasure....
age ain't nothing but a number...
Pretty Ricky and the Mavericks...

(It ain't nothing but a (let's go) number)
It ain't nothing but a number
(ain't nothing but a number)
It ain't nothing but a number
it ain't nothing but a number
it ain't nothing but a number... yeah

[Chorus:]
You say it's because of my age girl
but age ain't nothing but a number
It ain't nothing but a number (number baby)
You say it's because of my age girl
but age ain't nothing but a number
It ain't nothing but a number (number baby)

I'm a young man, but my dick grown up
I like to beat it up with legs over shoulders
I'm the one you call when you wanna get fucked.
Hit you in the house, in the car, in the truck.
Baby bend over, let me hit it from the back.
I'm gonna show you how Stella got her groove back.
How you feel like a little girl, sneaking for your boyfriend
leavin' your window cracked.
I get a phone call everyday weekly.
Legs open very easy the meanin' of L.O.V.E
baby blue, B.A.B.Y.B.L.U.E.
Have you spelling out my name in your sleep.
I beat that drum like the energizer bunny.
Keep goin' and goin', goin' and goin'.
Show you that an old man can't do you body like I can.
I'll flip it and keep you moanin'.

[Chorus]

I know you been goin' through some changes.
People got you anglin' in different directions.
Now it's time for the best
Sit down on the bed girl
Let me teach you what lesson I'm talkin' 'bout.
Having sex 'n' a little romance 'n' a little affection
I'm talking' 'bout headboard bangin'
Forget about them other ones, ain't nobody gonna do you like (ah)
Age ain't nothing but a number girl
Trying to blow your mind and make you wonder girl
Trying to hit you with this thunder girl, trying to make this bedroom rumble girl
So turn the page to another chapter 'cause you who I'm after nothing else matters
I'm your servant, you're my master
I'm trying to climb this ladder happily ever after girl

[Chorus]

Don't waste no time, just gimme your hand lets walk on the sand
Spend a couple of grand.
Approachin' your body with sex appeal.
On the real, me and you could just chill.
I'm talkin' 'bout back action, satisfaction,
guaranteed wip lashes on your back.
Girl my luv is everlasting, everlasting.
I wanna sign you, and wine 'n' dine you.
Spin you like DJ Rhyma.
Suck on your neck like a vampire.
you a bomb.
'Bout to blow up all you need is a big timer.
Don't worry 'bout age 'cause I'm 21, about mines

[Chorus]

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