You Make Me Ill - Baha Men



They make me ill I know I feel you

That's why we got to stick together

Yep, yep, yep laughs I know it!



You make sick I want you and I'm hatin' it

Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enought of it

You got me going again Baby you got me going again You make sick



We was on our way home on the freeway

In the six double O bumpin' Isley

He was gettin' kind of close, kind of touchy

Guess he had a little too much Hennesy

He told me that he wanna go home With me up on the hill to my condo

Told me he would keep it all on the low-low

But I told him go I don't really know though



He got closer to me He started getting deep

He had me in a zone When he started to show me things

I never saw before Baby was smooth but I knew it was game

Helluva a cool but you man had the same The way he licked his lips

And touched my hips I knew that he was slick



You make sick I want you and I'm hatin' it

Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enought of it

You got me going again Baby you got me going again You make sick



So hot in my six now So hot, had to roll all the windows down

Isley got me thinking 'bout them sheets now

Wondering should I really take it there now?

He told me you would make it worth it

But thinking how many times have I heard this

Got him feeling but I'm not even nervous

All his slick ass lines were kind of working



I felt my knees get weak But he was calling me

Just couldn't take the heat Anyway it was two or



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