Nelly - Move That Body ft. T-Pain, Akon lyrics

Move that body
Work that body girl
Twist that body
Shake it shorty

Move that body like
Work that body girl like
Twist that body like
Shake it shorty

Oh my man stand up
See you gotta bug on put your hands up
See you got a boyfriend shody dam what
Ass so big brotha pull your pants up
Well I got some footie rosey bootie
Hands in the air put your bootie where the floor at
You should know dat
Anywhere move it
Pause for the picture shawty we should take a Kodak

Cause you got some mean on
I like your brand with them jeans on
And then your hoe click back and you team strong
I know your ex want you back till em dream on

Shawty wanna show me how your body gonna work
I like all that seduction
She got a little closer over and over
Shakin that butt thin
I got somethin I gotta show her what somethin
But if she wanna rock with a player
She gonna have to follow my instruction
Like

Move that body
Work that body girl
Twist that body
Shake it shorty

Move that body like
Work that body girl like
Twist that body like
Shake it shorty

Whooooa
Ain’t no gravitational dis is my position
You listen and pay attention
You be feeling the same
21 and older
You shakin cause you wanna
Nobody to tell you no
So you be feeling no shame
Now gone shake your ass
Make your boyfriend mad uh huh
Shake your ass
Make your boyfriend mad uh huh
Give you somethin you probably ain’t never had
I bet you baby that he can’t do dat

Killer killer for reala
I got what ever you like
He give it to you wrong
I give it to you right
He gonna give it for a second
Ima give it all night
He just do it just to do it
I just do it like Mike

Shawty wanna show me how that body gonna work
I like all that seduction
She got a little closer over and over
Shakin that butt thin
I got somethin
I gotta show her what somethin
But if she wanna rock that player
She gotta follow my instruction
Like

Move that body
Work that body girl
Twist that body
Shake it shorty

Move that body like
Work that body girl like
Twist that body like
Shake it shorty

Whoooa
Ain’t nothing like watching you rock for me
Go ahead girl and just drop for me
While I just sit back
And just admire that
Hoping that you don’t plan to stoppin me
Well about a hundred thous of stacks in me
Well I know you like that
But I also like it when you

Move that body
Work that body girl
Twist that body
Shake it shorty

Move that body like
Work that body girl like
Twist that body like
Shake it shorty

Pitbull - Hey Baby (Drop It To The Floor) ft. T-Pain lyrics

So Listen up..

Ooh La La La

If your girl wanna play, let her go, so let her go (La la la…)
If your girl wanna play, let her go, so let her go (La la la…)
If your girl wanna play, let her go, so let her go (La la la…)
If your girl wanna play, let her go

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Hey baby girl what you doin tonight
I wanna see what you got in store
Hey baby - givin it you all when you’re dancin on me
I wanna see if you give me some more
Hey baby - you can be my girl I can be your man
and we can pump this jam however you want
Hey baby, pump it from the side bend it upside down
or we can pump it from the back to the front
Hey baby
Ooh baby baby, La La La La La La La.. (Aaah)
Ooh baby baby, La La La La La La La.. (Aaah)
Ooh baby baby, La La La La La La La.. (Hey Baby)

Ooh drop it to the floor, make you wanna say it
Yeah you can shake some more, make you wanna say it
Ooh you got it, because you make me wanna say
Don’t stop it - I want you tonight

I’m a Dade county,
self paid self made millionaire
I used to play around the world,
now I’m around the world - gettin paid
Girl problems, no problems
doin anything that won’t solve em
I wanna get witcha mami,
now let me see what the lord split cha

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Hey baby girl what you doin tonight
I wanna see what you got in store
Hey baby - givin it you all when you’re dancin’ on me
I wanna see if you give me some more
Hey baby - you can be my girl I can be your man
and we can pump this jam however you want
Hey baby, pump it from the side bend it upside down
or we can pump it from the back to the front
Hey baby
Ooh baby baby, La La La La La La La.. (Aaah)
Ooh baby baby, La La La La La La La.. (Aaah)
Ooh baby baby, La La La La La La La.. (Hey Baby)

Ooh drop it to the floor, make you wanna say it
Yeah you can shake some more, make you wanna say it
Ooh you got it, because you make me wanna say
Don’t stop it - I want you tonight

Make money, make money
this chico right here gotta eat, baby
You scared money - don’t make money,
that’s how it goes in the street baby
But when you remember about the nonsense,
baby girl take a shot to your conscious
not a goon or a goblin, but I’m a monster
Cause I hit all the baddest women in the world
Ooh baby, baby, La La La La La La La [x4]
Ooh drop it to the floor, make you wanna say it
Yeah you can take some more, make you wanna say it
Ooh you got it, because you make me wanna say
Don’t stop it - I want you tonight

Ludacris - One More Drink lyrics

[Verse 1:]
It was Friday night and I was feelin aight (yup)
Downtown Atlanta, big city, bright lights
Mixin Heni with the Sprite while I’m drinkin and drivin
No police lights, no police sirens
I’m headed to the club looking for a freak
To spread a little love and spread a couple cheeks
Pull up to the spot 26’s like BAM
Eyes on me like bitch do you SEE EM?
Strolled through the front door headed to the VIP
Bought a couple bottles and I took a couple sips
Scoping out the room and what do I SEE?
A nice round butt, an a pair a double D’s
So I creped up like shorty wus happnin
You killin that dress and I love it with a passion
Then she turned around and her face was aight
She had a gap toof and mean over bite
But I was like hmmm…

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
You too

[Verse 2:]
Woke up the next morning and all I can remember
Was taking shots and tippin the bartender
Surender to the women end up bringin me home
Cause she started lookin better every shot a Patron (yup)
I jumped up with a devilish grin
Cause tonight, damn right I might do it again
So I called up the homies (what up) let’s ride
We can hit the sports bar over on the south side
Getta couple a Coronas, couple a limes
Went up to the bar saw a couple a dimes
So I, slowly walked up and said hi
My name’s Ludacris and I’m a hell of a guy
One said I know who you are I’m your number one fan
And right now it’s too bad I gotta man
And I said I understand (I understand)
but where the hell is he at cause in a minute
if he don’t show up then maannnnn…

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
You too

[Ludacris:]
Uh huh
Aye Pain holla at em right quick man

[Interlude:]
Yeah you gon get in trouble with yo man girl
(Don’t get in trouble girl)
Talkin bout how you’re my biggest fan girl
(I know it I know it)
Now I don’t wanna do (please) but you’re gon make me do, but I
(Don’t make me do it. Don’t make me do it)
If I have more drink

[Verse 3:]
One mo drink I’ma get cha home and I’ll split cha
Grab the camera phone and take a buncha drunk pictures
Cause Hennessey mixed with a whole buncha buda
Equals you mixed with a whole bunch Luda
And you know how far one drink could go
Start slurring my speech slowin up the flow
Hiking up ya skirts
Climing up ya shirts
It’s Mr. Late Night Luda and I like to flirt
So guess what baby girl

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
(Just one mo)
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
(That's all its gon take)
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
(Who else T-Pain)
You too

[Ludacris:]
You hear what I’m sayin
People too picky these days damn it
Too tall, too short, too fat, too skinny
Have a couple of drinks and quit discriminating
This has been a Luda Service Announcement
Deuces

Lil Wayne - Got Money ft. T-Pain lyrics

Artist: Lil' Wayne feat. T-Pain
Album:
Song: Got Money
Lyrics:

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I need a Winn-Dixie
Grocery bag full of money
Right now to the VIP section (wosh, wosh, wosh)
You got Young Mula
In the house tonight baby
Yeah!!
Yeah!
Young!
Young! (wosh)
Young! (wosh)
Young! (wosh)
Young Mula Baby!

[Chorus: T-Pain + Lil Wayne]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way
if you gettin' mug
From everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Now I was bouncing through the club
She loved the way I did it but
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at?
I'm tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it
Now what are you about?
DJ show me love
He say my name when the music stop
Young Money Lil Wayne
Then the music drop
I make it snow
I make it flurry
I make it out back tomorrow don't worry
Yeah
Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes (Young Money)

[Chorus: T-Pain + Lil Wayne]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way
if you Gettin' mug
From everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way

[http://musicripple.blogspot.com/2011/03/lil-wayne-got-money-ft-t-pain-lyrics.html]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Streets)
Here we go one for the money
Two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
Ima be clapping all night
In this bitch (uhh hun)
Lights off (uhh hun)
Masks on (uhh hun)
Creep Silent (uhh hun)
She smiling (yeah)
He muggin'
Who cares, cause my goons are right here
Aye
Its nothin to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane
I wear eight chains
I mean so much ice
They yell skate Wayne!
She wanna f**k Weezy
But she wanna rape wayne (uhh hun)

[Chorus: T-Pain + Lil Wayne]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way
if you Gettin' mug
From everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like..

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Okay,
It's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Like ehhhh!
Everybody say Mr. Rain man
Can we have a rainy day?
Bring a umbrella
Please bring a umbrella
Ella, ella, ella ehhh!
Bitch ain't shit but a hoe in a trick
Bet you no one ain't trick if you got it
You know we ain't f**king if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
So rolex watch this
I do it 4 5 6 my click
Clap goes the black fo' fifth
And just like it I blow that shit
Cause bitch I'm the bomb like
Tick tick
Yeah!!

[Chorus: T-Pain + Lil Wayne]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way
if you Gettin' mug
From everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thata way

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
It's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Yeah
Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love
T-Pain on them hoes
Aha!

Baby Bash featuring T-Pain - Cyclone ft. T-Pain lyrics

Artist: Baby Bash featuring T-Pain
Album : Ronnie Ray All Day
Song : Cyclone

O-oh (O-oh)
O-oh (O-oh)
O-oh (O-oh)

Swanananani (nanani, nanani, nanani)

[Chorus]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Just like a cyclone

She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

Now look at that peppa'
On the back of that bumpa'
She aint even playin
When she's shakin that ruppa'
And oh, you aint know?
She gets lower than a muffla'
Even with her girlfriends
Show stopping with a hustla'

The way she move her body
She might see the Maserati
She wanna put it on me
Tryna show me her tsunami
She make it hard to copy
Always tight, never sloppy
And got an entourage
And her own paparazzi

Now there she go again
Ridin through the stormy weatha'
You betta button up
If you wanna go get her
Cause it is what it is
Errybody wanna love her
But when she pop it boy
You better run for cover

[Chorus]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Just like a cyclone

She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

(It's a wrap) when she break them boys off a typhoon
(It's a wrap) gotta get that phatty like a boss tycoon
(It's a wrap) now hold it steady cause she make a monsoon
(It's a wrap) now you can Google, download the iTunes

See what I'm sayin
She aint playin
Yeah, she got them heads turnin
You gon' hear it clack, clack
When them heels get to burnin
Stiletto so fuego
She got her own label
And got us all doin the tornado

[Chorus]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Just like a cyclone

She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

Shawty got looks (and)
Shawty got class
Shawty got hips (and)
Shawty got ass
When she hit the stage
She drop it down low, like
Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer

Ay
This is crazy
It's amazing
It must be the way of the lady
Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer

[Chorus]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Just like a cyclone

She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer
Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer
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T-Pain - Bartender ft. Akon lyrics

Artist: T-Pain (f/ Akon)
Album: Epiphany
Song : Bartender

[Intro - T-Pain]
Yeah...
Uh-Huh...
Yeah...
Yeah...

[Verse 1 - T-Pain]
Broke up with my girl last night so I went to the club (so I went to the club)
Put on a fresh white suit and a Minicos sitting on dubs (sitting on dubs)
I'm just looking for somebody to talk to and show me some love (show me some love)
If you know what I mean... Uh-Huh...
Everybody jackin' me as soon as I stepped in the spot (I stepped in the spot)
200 bitches and man aint none of them hot (aint none of them hot)
'Cept for this pretty young thang that was workin' all the way at the top (all the way at the top)
Shawty what is your name?

[Hook 1 - T-Pain]
Oooo she made us drinks, to drink
We drunk 'em, Got drunk
And then I think she thinks I'm cool
She gave me a wink, I winked back
And then I think that, we headed out something proper like...

[Chorus - T-Pain]
I like the bartender
(Oooo If you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Uh-huh, Ok)
I like the bartender
(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Oooooh Uh-huh, Ok)

[Verse 2 - T-Pain]
Got a brand new girl so I'm feeling all good inside (all good inside)
Feel like I put some new 24's on a brand new ride (on a brand new ride)
Triple shot of patron on the rocks with little bit a lime (with a little bit a lime)
I'm just keeping it real (Uh-huh)
Baby still working at the club so I'm getting in free (so I'm getting in free)
Wednesday night I'm on the list T-Pain plus 3 (T-Pain plus 3)
Everytime I hit the spot baby girl taking care of me (taking care of me)
How do you think I feel?

[Hook 2 - T-Pain]
Oooo she made us drinks, to drink
We drunk 'em, Got drunk
And now I know she thinks I'm cool
She gave me a wink, I winked back
And then I think that, we 'gon have fun at my spot tonight...

[Chorus - T-Pain]
I like the bartender
(Oooo If you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Uh-huh, Ok)
I like the bartender
(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Oooooh Uh-huh, Ok)

[Verse 3 - Akon]
Shorty I'm sure you heard that I really never come out (never come out)
Unless I'm in the M6 doing tricks freeway burnt out (freeway burnt out)
Got a passenger side that's empty wanting it to be your spot (be your spot)
But you on my billboard ? like the charts 'gon end up on top (end up on top)
Don't smoke don't drink that's why I don't be by the bar baby (baby)
Just lookin' at you from a distance looking like a god damn star baby (baby)
So my girl don't see me T-Pain can I get those keys to the car? (those keys to the car?)
'Bout to go and Bang Bang Boogie with my cutie and I'll see you tomar' (see you tomar')

[Hook 3 - T-Pain, Akon]
Oooo she made us drinks, to drink
We drunk 'em, Got drunk
And now I know she thinks I'm cool
She gave me a wink, I winked back (Uh-huh)
And then I think that, (Uh-huh) we 'gon have fun at my spot tonight... (Oh yes)

[Chorus - T-Pain]
I like the bartender
(Oooo If you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Uh-huh, Ok)
I like the bartender
(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Oooooh Uh-huh, Ok)

Who The F*** Is That? lyrics

[I own the club, that's right.
Akon, that's right.
dolla dolla,
especially the strip club
t-pain, convict
I own the club, that's right.
Akon, that's right.
dolla dolla,
especially the strip club
t-pain, convict]

let me talk to em, let me talk to em

[Chours]
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
hit the floor like right left back forth
yeah I got money, nigga that's of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the fuck is that?

[Verse 1]
pull up somethin tinted,
two hundred on the dash,
y'all shit rented
hot drop cash, watch the door lift up
this nigga don't look mad,
I'm what you never had
some of this, and some of that
tell that bitch to give me kiss, then I smack her on the ass
throw a stack at her and laugh
this shit to me ain't nothing
how much money do you have? that's not up for discussion
I'll be mad
she knows whats up, European on them buttons
I been rich since I was eleven
my grams look like sevens
my killers look like revens
and you better count your blessings
count a peace around my neck
misdemeanor on my wrist
got a felon on my pinky
got you blinkin when it
I got strippers on payroll
charges in diago
yayo like it's mayo
do play around me pesos
you should see this steelow, neighborhood neon
bitches call me Dolla, but these niggas call me Debo

[Chours]
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
hit the floor like right left back forth
yeah I got money, nigga that's of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the fuck is that?

[Verse 2]
we the realest niggas that you ever saw
don't make me have to come around spread all y'all
the world so small, it's a big golf ball
just like the perky titties, just press them up against the wall
and while we toss dollas, they're just starin at my team
you wishin that nigga had it lookin so clean
track jacket on my back lookin mint grean
hangin off my ass is some convict jeans
ain't no long feda, gettin lots a chedda
no matter how you look at it, bet I can do better
no need to look better, like a glass of almonral
got a little vendetta, then bring out the heavy metal
then pull up on the trigga like I'm pullin on these hoes
to magic city nigga anything goes
so impatient can't wait, the club close
I bein the the lambo park beside your door

[Chours]
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
hit the door like right left back forth
yeah I got the money, nigga that's of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stand
the club on it like who the fuck is that?

[Verse 3]
shinin like a mother fucker
bbs is black
steve erkle bought a ton
that purple stay stinkin
you talk to that nigga, I got swag, I got juice
see me in that Bentley Coup
right in front of runnin shoop
you be runnin when I shoot,
I be shootin when you runnin
Con got me out the street,
told me “Dolla get that money”
now I'm the club stuntin like la la la la
laughin at these clown niggas like ha ha ha ha
look, you fuckin with a winner
strippin often for the dinner
veteran in the game
you other niggas, just beginners
and my d boy stands bout to pop a rubberband
fuck that fightin in the club
you niggas fuckin up my plans
I'm tryna get a dance, her name and her number
take her to the teli and get some brain in the hummer
you niggas make it rain while dolla make it thunda
album comin soon bitch, get ready for the summer

[chours]
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
hit the floor like right left back forth
yeah I got money, nigga that's of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the fuck is that?

Flo Rida - Low ft. T- Pain lyrics

[Intro - T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
C'mon!

[Chorus (T-Pain):]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Flo-Rida]
I ain't never seen something that'll make me go
This crazy all night spending my doe
Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinking X&O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa
Did her thing seen shawty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain I'm making it snow
Work the pole I gotta bang bro
I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes
I'm in to that I love women exposed
She threw it back at me I gave her mo
Cash ain't a problem I know where it go

[Chorus (T-Pain)]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Flo-Rida]
Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing
Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)
Now that's three grand
What you think I'm playing baby girl I'm the man
I'm dealing rubberbands
That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and Cola got me like a soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky on me I was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

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Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Flo-Rida]
Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money
Little mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
Two in the morning I'm zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn't stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal fire just like my glock

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