Listen, little girl Young girl, hey, whoa 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 vintage More and more in love, you both fell He handled his BI, but pardon me See, I don't know 'bout you young girls today You call it smashin', 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 with it, real good Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' like he in the kitchen, yeah Wind your hips and then bite your lip, baby Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy Do you both cuss, and ooh, yeah, that's it You ain't done nothin', you ain't been made love to 'Til you drip sweat, the sheets soaked, it's no joke Go slow-mo 'cause you ain't been made love to 'Til you leave a wet washcloth on your nightstand You ain't makin' love to the right man [Pre-Chorus] You call it smashin', but what about passion? Angie gonna show you today Hey, young girl, listen Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy Circular motion, nice and slow with it, real good Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' 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 And see the only way I can teach you about it is to sing about it You gon' learn from me today 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 Circular motion, nice and slow with it, real good Flexin' and strokin', ain't no rush, make it feel good Tell him keep mixin', keep stirrin' like he in the kitchen, yeah Wind your hips and then bite your lip, baby Tell that boy to stir like grits, plus gravy