Lip Gloss - Lyrics - Lip Gloss - Lil' Mama

Title: Lip Gloss
Album: Lip Gloss
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): W. James Chambers Ii, Niatia Jessica Kirkland

Lyric:
Hello
Yeah
Uh huh

It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Okay)
It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Yeah)
I gotta ask ?em 'cause if I don't

It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(I don't know)
It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Let?s go!)

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

MAC, L'Oreal, yep, ?cause I?m worth it
Love the way I puts it on so perfect
Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway, they can?t say nothin?

Oh, oh oh, my lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the MAC-MAC brushes
L'Oreal got them Wa-watermelon Crush-es
That?s probably the reason all these boys got crushes

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

When it?s time for lunch, my lips still rock
Lil Mama melon with the hot pink top
Cherry, vanilla, flavors is a virtue
They lovin? lip gloss universal

The boys really like it, the girls don?t speak
They rollin? they eyes, they lip gloss cheap
It ain?t my fault but I can upgrade you
Show you how to use nice things with nice flavors

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

?Cause my lip gloss
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?

?Cause my lip gloss
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?

Sittin? in 8th period, thought I was in trouble
Dean called me on the loud speaker on the double
I stepped in the office like, ?Yes Ms. McClarkson??
She?s like, ?Girl ran out of my lip gloss an' ?

"Write down where you get yours from
?Cause I must admit that Bubble Gum
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin? ?
It?s poppin, she ain?t frontin?

And uh, I be lovin? it, I be, I be lovin it, uh
I be usin? it, I be, I be usin' it, uh
I be rubbin it, I be, I be rubbin it
On my lips, my lips, uh, my lip gloss

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I'm standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
They chase me after school

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Lip Gloss [Acappella] - Lyrics - Lip Gloss - Lil' Mama

Title: Lip Gloss [Acappella]
Album: Lip Gloss
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): W. James Chambers Ii, Niatia Jessica Kirkland

Lyric:
Hello
Yeah
Uh huh

It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Okay)
It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Yeah)
I gotta ask ?em 'cause if I don't

It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(I don't know)
It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Let?s go!)

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

MAC, L'Oreal, yep, ?cause I?m worth it
Love the way I puts it on so perfect
Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway, they can?t say nothin?

Oh, oh oh, my lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the MAC-MAC brushes
L'Oreal got them Wa-watermelon Crush-es
That?s probably the reason all these boys got crushes

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

When it?s time for lunch, my lips still rock
Lil Mama melon with the hot pink top
Cherry, vanilla, flavors is a virtue
They lovin? lip gloss universal

The boys really like it, the girls don?t speak
They rollin? they eyes, they lip gloss cheap
It ain?t my fault but I can upgrade you
Show you how to use nice things with nice flavors

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

?Cause my lip gloss
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?

?Cause my lip gloss
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?

Sittin? in 8th period, thought I was in trouble
Dean called me on the loud speaker on the double
I stepped in the office like, ?Yes Ms. McClarkson??
She?s like, ?Girl ran out of my lip gloss an' ?

"Write down where you get yours from
?Cause I must admit that Bubble Gum
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin? ?
It?s poppin, she ain?t frontin?

And uh, I be lovin? it, I be, I be lovin it, uh
I be usin? it, I be, I be usin' it, uh
I be rubbin it, I be, I be rubbin it
On my lips, my lips, uh, my lip gloss

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I'm standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
They chase me after school

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Sunfair - Lyrics - Creeper Lagoon

Title: Sunfair
Artist: Creeper Lagoon
Composer(s): Ian Sefchick, Sharky Laguana

Lyric:
Gray hair is taking hold of me
Snake charmer's cut my throat and I'm loose again
Fell down drinking wine with him
Stole my saxophone, stripped me to skin and bone

Sad and lifeless, red and cruel
Ask myself "Can I fight this?"
Hangman standing in my room
Telling me jokes again

Nineteen, he was handsome
A ray farmer spreading sun on the roofs of man
Moon queen, well, she was sexual
Silver hands to hold bouquet of marigold

Sad to love her
Lip gloss and rouge
Nothing he had could touch her
Frail arms reaching for the star sparkling jewel

Sunfair
Blinds me, she's hysterical
Sunfair
Finds my heart breakable
Sunfair
Burns me down

Delia had hot pink fingernails
Gray armor, bright red shoes and a violin
Take care 'cause she's emotional
Loves her alcohol, hates me when I don't call her

Sad to love her
Lip gloss and rouge
Nothing I had could touch her
Frail arms reaching for the star sparkling jewel

Sunfair
Blinds me, she's hysterical
Sunfair
Finds my heart breakable
Sunfair
Burns me down

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Down - Lyrics - From Me to U - Juelz Santana

Title: Down
Album: From Me to U
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Greg Green, S Thomas, Laron James

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Lyric:
Uh, Santana, let's do it
Yeah, dip set

Man, where ever I go, I hold it down
I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's going down
These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath
Lovely duets, boy, I'm going down

I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing
Love when ya sweat, keep singing, going down
I'm so fucking amazing like Jordan to the league
When he first came in, it's going down

I know you mad, my career's blowing up
Going up, holding up and your's is going down
Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's
Caught by the boys, the judge says you're going down

I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court
And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's going down
I need be out by the morning
Man, the police need me out by the morning or nothing's going down

Yeah, I tried to help ya, tried to warn ya
Tried to tell ya, it's going down
But wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it
Look I succeeded, it's going down

Baby, keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp
Yeah, you talking to a pimp it's going down
Again, I tried to help ya, tried to warn ya
Tried to tell ya, it's going down

Now look, I'm back stronger than ever
Money's longer than ever, longer Biretta, it's going down
Man we could get it on, it's whatever
The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's going down

Got a new chick, badder than ever
Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love going down
No bud, no kiss, no hug
No rub, no bath, no tub, just love going down

Yeah, that's my kind of baby
That's my kind of lady, it's going down
And the purse, you might find a eighty
Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's going down

And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her
Think she got her a sucker, nope, going down
Got another thing coming, not a baby but a
Believe me I done it, going down

Yeah, I tried to help ya, tried to warn ya
Tried to tell ya, it's going down
But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it
Look I succeeded, it's going down

Baby, keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp
Yeah, you talking to a pimp it's going down
Again I tried to help ya, tried to warn ya
Tried to tell ya, it's going down

Yeah mama, look at me now, mama look at me how
Ya beautiful child, it's going down
Mama, look up and smile, you made a beautiful child
Still shooting the pound, it's going down

Gotta survive, maneuver through towns
Gotta drive, smooth through the town or it's going down
Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town
Shooting the pound, I ruined it, now it's going down

Only question is, will I get caught
Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me going down?
No they won't, man I'ma survivor
Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's going down

You might catch me, crossing the border
Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported, it's going down
I caught 'em swimming, north of the border
Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they going down

Yeah, I tried to help ya, tried to warn ya
Tried to tell ya, it's going down
But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it
Look I succeeded, it's going down

Baby, keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp
Yeah, you talking to a pimp it's going down
Again, I tried to help ya, tried to warn ya
Tried to tell ya, it's going down

Baby, baby, baby, baby, going down
Baby, baby, baby, baby, going down
Baby, baby, baby, baby, going down
Baby, baby, baby, baby, going down

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Purple Kisses - Lyrics - Lovehate - The Dream

Title: Purple Kisses
Album: Lovehate
Artist: The Dream
Composer(s): Carlos Mckinney, Terius Youngdell Nash

Lyric:
Come here
So, which one of these do you like
This Lip Petal by Bobbi Brown and
Hold on
This is Veneer by M-A-C
Which one do you like best?

You know, you look good when your makeup ain?t on, right
But, when you put on that lipstick
Shawty
You leave it everywhere
That?s what I?m talkin? ?bout

Put on that baby tee, baby tee, baby please, oh no
I'm gonna break you off tonight
Girl you be lacing me, lacing me with that, ooh no
Baby, leave them lip prints on me tonight
Lay on your back and let your eyes find a star
You be my Venus, love is Jupiter, I'm your Mars
We gonna turn this bedroom into the sun
We takin? flight
Oh baby

Got your hair did
I?m about to mess that sh*t up
My gun on fire, it?s about to be a stick up
Mmm gettin' hit up tonight, yeah
Hold me, hold me, hold me

I love it when she put them pretty lips on me
Purple kisses, purple kisses
She kiss me from my head down to my feet
Purple kisses, purple kisses
She got that M-A-C on her lips when she doing it to me
Purple kisses, purple kisses
When she ready to go, I never let her leave
Purple kisses, purple kisses
I love the way she kisses on me, on me, on me, on me
The way she kiss on me, on me, on me, on me
Shawty she kiss on me, on me, on me
You should see how she kiss on me

You got my ex shawty hatin? on my, oh no
Cause you do it just how I like
And everywhere I go, them ni**as wanna fight the boy
Cause she be on it like a kid on a bike
Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Shawty so tight
Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Shawty kept them lips lookin? right for me
That M-A-C on, for me
That lip gloss, for me

I love it when she put them pretty lips on me
Purple kisses, purple kisses
She kiss me from my head down to my feet
Purple kisses, purple kisses
She got that M-A-C on her lips when she doing it to me
Purple kisses, purple kisses
When she ready to go, I never let her leave
Purple kisses, purple kisses
I love the way she kisses on me, on me, on me, on me
The way she kiss on me, on me, on me, on me
Shawty she kiss on me, on me, on me
You should see how she kiss on me

Now there goes my doorbell
And I?m happy she?s here
But I gotta wait a minute
And there?s number two
And even though shawty?s the sh*t
I can?t let her know she?s winning
I?m racin? down the stairs
I open the door, she?s right there
And she?s like, ?How you like my hair??
I?m like, ?That bob looks fly, but them lips, oh my?
Can?t wait ?til you plant that kiss on me, on me, on me, on me
Kiss on me, on me, on me, on me

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Satin Chic - Lyrics - We Are Glitter - Goldfrapp

Title: Satin Chic
Album: We Are Glitter
Artist: Goldfrapp
Composer(s): Alison Goldfrapp, William Owen Gregory

Lyric:
You're so satin chic
Look rich, talking cheap
On your telephone
Won't be coming home

He's my man
Yeah, he's my man
You don't understand

Dressed up lizard green
Celluloid seventeen
Lip gloss bold as blood
You got 'em linin' up

He's my man
Yeah, he's my man
You don't understand

Racing through the stars
You killed me awhile
My smile synchronized
For every one tonight

He's my man
Yeah, he's my man
You don't understand

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That'S How They Do It In Dixie - Lyrics - That's How They Do It In Dixie - The Essential Collection - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: That'S How They Do It In Dixie
Album: That's How They Do It In Dixie - The Essential Collection
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Chris Tompkins, Mark Irwin, Josh Kear

Lyric:
Cut-off jeans an' cowboy boots
Long blonde hair an' dark brown roots
Lord, pinch me
That's how they do it in Dixie

Electric slidin' on a sawdust floor
Long-neck chaser for a
Shot of hard core whiskey
That's how they do it in Dixie

Little red Geo, stickers on the window says, "sugar n' spice"
Baby crank the bass up, ride it till you see, girl
Those pink fur dice
Oh, ain't that nice

Down to the river to go for a dip
Rollin' them Levis off of her hip
Goin' big Kenny skinny
That's how they do it in Dixie
Splish splash

Watermelon lip-gloss, kiss beneath the swamp moss
On a moonlit night
Bubble gum perfume, well placed tattoo
Above her hiney, high
Oh my!

Belly button danglin', a twenty minute tan
You know, I'll go to jerry springer if you hit on my man
That girl will throw a hissy
That's how they do it in Dixie

Cut-off jeans an' cowboy boots
Long blonde hair an' dark brown roots
Lord, pinch me
That's how they do it in Dixie
Yeah, yeah

Y'all, that's how we do it in Dixie

Whoo I love them girls man
In Dixie
That's how we do it in Dixie
That's right, class, that's how we do it in Dixie

A little Bocephus out here
Bocephus for President
President of the honky-tonk
Aw, had some good ridin' friends on this one

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Take You Home - Lyrics - Animal House - Angie Martinez

Title: Take You Home
Album: Animal House
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Paul George, K Rogers, Marcello Valenzano, Andre Lyon, Angie Martinez, Gerard Charles, Hugh Clarke, Curtis T. Bedeau, Lucien George, Jamar Austin, Brian George

Lyric:
Yeah
The animals are here
Yeah, Angie, coolin' Dre
Alright, yes sir
Here we go, yo, c'mon

I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot
'Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas
Car behind me on my ass, speed pass
Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance
Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's
You screaming, "Hey yo, you don't got a chance
Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand
Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand"

'Cause, me, I'm free to choose, it's possible to leave with you
When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you
Let's ride at one I arrive
Walked past the line, damn his ass is fine
Some guy now we up in the spot
Watch, place hot, couple of bottles, champagne popped
And that's how we doing it now
I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd

I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home

Alright, it's around 2 a.m., the mood is trend, the club is snug
I see him watching, love is love
Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance
Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand
I'm looking over her, "Sorry but I'm waiting for this man"
Is what I told her, so she could leave
No breaking up my plans, no time for talking about shows
Or dates that I could host
Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes

My girls laughing, they see me already imagining
He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him
I answered him
He took my hand with him, dancing close
I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke
He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach, he must want it
And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted
Like they don't see that they man 'bout to tell 'em peace
And to think I wasn't even gonna go out and see?

I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home

All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight
Especially if it's Envy in bungalow eight
We making it hot on the dance floor today
But my girls wanna leave 'cause there's nothing to take
Nothing to meet, spot dead, nothing to see
Then we all agree that we won't leave
'Cause some spots the papi's still come at three
That's when I tell the DJ to run that please

He dancing behind me, I feel what's under his jeans
And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme
I mean I'm cool and the gang, the music is playing
Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in waiting
Almost time for breakfast
Standing by the coat checkers
Looking for my parking lot ticket, that's it
And this night just ended, can't say with who
What, or where but it'll definitely be remembered

I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home

Would you be my boyfriend?
Would you be my boyfriend?
Would you be my boyfriend
For tonight?

Would you be my boyfriend?
Would you be my boyfriend?
Would you be my boyfriend
For tonight?

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Tonite, I'M Yours - Lyrics - Lil Zane

Title: Tonite, I'M Yours
Artist: Lil Zane
Composer(s): Zane Copeland, Raul Santiago, Adam Brown, Dalya Riley

Lyric:
Ooh, ooh
(I can never do too much)
Yeah, um, I know I been gone for a minute
But tonight, I'm all yours

Girl tonight, I'm yours
Turnin' off my two-way, turnin' off my phone
I'll tell my friends to leave so we can be alone
Clear my schedule up
'Cause tonight I swear I'm all yours
(I can never do too much)

Our whole relationship is based on trust
And for you I can never do too much
You kept my secrets and held me down
Plus you stayed loyal when I wasn't around

And I know it wasn't easy, I was never home
Concerts, videos and you was all alone
We spent many nights talkin' on the phone
You started catchin' attitudes, I heard it in yo tone

I used to tell you I'll be back when I could
You think I'd leave my baby girl in the hood
I would never do such thing
I wanna show you what true love means

I'ma put you on a pedestal, love so incredible
Victoria Secrets candy thong so edible
Spiritual, mental not just sexual
I'll deaden all my plans to get next to you

Girl tonight, I'm yours
Turnin' off my two-way, turnin' off my phone
I'll tell my friends to leave so we can be alone
Clear my schedule up
'Cause tonight I swear I'm all yours

I made reservations at your favorite spot
Pull up, tip the valet at the parking lot
Got a table by the fireplace, candlelit
Tonight, we gone stick to the manuscript

Start it out with a bottle of Cris, followed by a kiss
I can taste your lip gloss on my lips
So, candy sweet with your bubble gum tongue
The type of stuff that keep a brother straight sprung

And I try to play the tough guy role
And hold back but I'm losing control
When it comes to you I can't explain how it feels
No more games baby, Zane is for real

You been askin' for quality time, now you got it
Anything you want you can have, think about it
I been caught up in the hype so long
Now you never spend your nights alone
'Cause daddy's home

Girl tonight, I'm yours
Turnin' off my two-way, turnin' off my phone
I'll tell my friends to leave so we can be alone
Clear my schedule up
'Cause tonight I swear I'm all yours

All the love that you deserve I wanna give
And tonight I'll show you it's for you I feel
Everything I do is for you and I
So baby let's ride

To the fellas, while you're out on the grind
Don't forget about your home front
Spend some time with your lady
Or the next man will

If you don't treat her like a queen
You gone see what I mean
When's the last time you told her how you felt inside
Held her hand and caressed her while you looked in her eyes

Let her know that she's everything you need and more
For you my feelings are pure
And tonight, I'm all yours

Girl tonight, I'm yours
Turnin' off my two-way, turnin' off my phone
I'll tell my friends to leave so we can be alone
Clear my schedule up
'Cause tonight I swear I'm all yours

I had some problems
And I didn't know how to solve them
Oh baby, but you were the answer
I'll be giving you all my token
I'm your

Girl tonight, I'm yours
Turnin' off my two-way, turnin' off my phone
I'll tell my friends to leave so we can be alone
Clear my schedule up
'Cause tonight I swear I'm all yours

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Da' Durty - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Da' Durty
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Toney Ricardo Mosley, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers an' drug niggas
We bust shots an' slugs on hot blocks for thug niggas
I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef, I shine in the dark an' I keep my gun sparkin'

Well, it's Da' Durty, we young figgas, plug rikkas
Well, stunnin', front with ya, we hunt an' come hit ya
Gizuh, now grab me an' still might out run this
We gonna tell the tow man an' woman, tell 'em sure done this

They got me laughin' an' jokin', crystal blastin' an' smokin'
Mashin', askin' for action while they gaggin' an' chokin'
Yeah, it's real, boy, them Field boys be thug not
You best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern house

Look for field gores in tight clothes, hair weave an' micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need stitches, whinin' bitches with lip gloss

We filthy, boy, we nasty, boy, we dirty
You beef with me, you be deceased, you heard me?
Cottin' pickers an' rottin' niggas, we takin' over
We Field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the Field
Dedicated to southern housin' an' better make a meal
The southern way, no other way, there's no better way to live
Like sugar ass hoes that squeal, white king easy but real

Southern crunk but your station the bunk, while the bass in the trunk
While you blazin' the gun an' too dirty, ain't no wastin' his bong
Representin' the place where you from, the gritty, biddin' player
Suburbans on twenties player, swing at a grinnin' player

Smoltin' reds, foul heads, phase fours an' glats
The watermelon, beer can an' peaches, we roll with that
Want a visit? Well, the welcomers deader than door mat
Wanna beef? Well, run your way, do it in 'bout four flat

Better know that them contempt player an' show that
Them Field Mob cats fill the off with toe tacks
If you can't survive in Da' Durty, player, then go back
Or run up a gorilla, gorillas that tow that

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

Feel my foes from the Field, deep down in the South
Smokin' t-shirts an' jeans, watch we go here an' by
Say dirty South, dirty South
Say dirty South, dirty South

To my thugs from the Field, deep down in the South
Real big guns an' barred paper, chasin' for clock
Say dirty South, dirty South
Say dirty South, dirty South

Get him off him, boy, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him, get him off him, boy

Get him off him, boy, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him, get him off him, boy

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty

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Around The Way Girl - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Around The Way Girl
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Rick James, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(On your loving)

I want a girl with extensions in her hair
Bamboo earrings
At least two pair
A Fendi bag and a bad attitude
That's all I need to get me in a good mood
She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang
I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing
Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop
Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop
She likes to dance to the rap jam
She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams
Honey coated complexion
Using Camay
Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
I need an around the way girl

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine
That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme
To all the cuties in the neighborhood
Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would
Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk
Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk
With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them
You can break hearts and manipulate minds
Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind
You always know what to say and do
Cold flip when you think your man is playing you
Not cheap but petty
You're ready for loving
You're real independent so your parents be bugging
But if you ever need a place to stay
(Oooh you love me)
Come around my way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
To the bridge
I need an around the way girl

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

Perm in your hair or even a curly weave
With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve
I tell you come here
You say meet me half way
Cause brothers been popping that game all day
Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel
All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool
Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts
While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court
Going to the movies with your home girls crew
While the businessmen in suits be hawking you
Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining
I think you in the mood for whining and dining
So we can go out and eat somewhere
We got a lot of private jokes to share
Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She don't love him
(You got me shook)
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be
(Oooh you love me)
She oh yea
I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
The only one for me
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

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Pink Bedroom - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: Pink Bedroom
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

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Lyric:
She paints her fingernails forbidden tones
She wants nervous youth on the telephone
He don't call, she sticks another pin
In her doll and puts him next to her stuffed animals

She got the tube top, she got the French heels
She got the blow dry, she got her eyes peeled
She got the tight jeans, Seventeen magazine
She got it all, she got it all, she got it all
In her pink bedroom

She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb
She drinks Coca-Cola with her Valium
Mother calls, she sticks another pin
In her doll and lets those fingers talk her into it

She got the lip gloss, she got the short shorts
She got her records and they're all imports
She got her good looks, she got her yearbook
She got it all, she got it all, she got it all
In her pink bedroom

They say they got her future down at the desk
And now they're drawing blood for the grownup test
Something crawls beneath her lily skin
And her doll is so relieved, she's lost her innocence

It was a teen game, now we're serious
It's all customized, don't get curious
We got your pension and your attention
We got it all, we got it all, we got it all
We got it all, we got it all, we got it all
From your pink bedroom

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P-Poppin' - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: P-Poppin'
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Christopher Bria Bridges, Rashawna Guy, A Wilson, Pharrell Williams, Zukhan Bey, Michael L Tyler

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Lyric:
{One more again
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand}

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

On a handstand
On my American bandstands
Summersaults cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick-dick gettin' outta control-trol
Oh no keep goin' till a nigga like me say stop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it drop
Tuck and twist if you don't like it you can fuck Cris
I'm rubbin' clicks so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss

Do your stretches don't pull no hamstrings
You got me movin' in fact you doin' the damn thang
Stronger muscles exercise every body your body hurts
Let's do this sweatin' thank God your bath and body works
I like a woman that makes her own dough don't need a lot of help
But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garter belt
Lip gloss traces you're pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like woah

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

I'mma send a chapter to this pussy poppin' legacy
Tryin' ta be that bitch can't no bitches don't fuck wit me
When I pop that Cris I'm on that business and bubbly
When I'm in that 6 wit 20's spinin' I'm luxury
'Cuz I got that head game
Fuckin' up that bed frame
But don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that led hang
Better learn that game shawty

Better get yo' man shawty
Fo' he end up tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I break it down for you bitches, it's so exquisite
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit them money stacks

Break in wit that pussy poppin'
That pussy droppin' to the floe
And got these niggas slobbin' he wantin' mo'
Wit out that doe popi ain't nuttin' happen
'Cuz that's the show I'm from go jukin' that pussy poppin'
Stoppin' that pussy droppin' gone

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Every time we hit the club
We at least 50 deep
Smokin' purple po and grichi got everybody keyed
In the club 7 days a week party be be off in this bitch
That hoe poppin' droppin' god-damn shawty who is this

Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
I'm sittin' slouched back in the chair stuntin' waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin' a derrierre for me
A bowlegged darbreded said her name was Strawberry
Up her pussy shawty pushed in a whole bottle o' mo
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here you deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down ass up hoe hands on those

Now pop that coochie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that ass shake like a seizure
Either magic or please us
Find me spending G's up
Maxin' out my Visa
Trickin' on strip teasers

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

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Enid - Lyrics - Gordon - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Enid
Album: Gordon
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Don Davis

Lyric:
Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Enid we never really knew each other anyway

It took me a year to believe it was over
It took me two more to get over the loss
I took a beating when you wrote me those letters
And every time I remembered the taste of your lip gloss

Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But Enid we never really knew each other anyway

There were times when I wanted to hurt you
And there were times when I know that I did
There were times when I thought I would kill you
But can you blame me I was only a kid

Now tell me why we never respected each other
And tell me why I never believed that you were a person too
I always thought that you fancied my brother
I may not have liked it, oh but
Memory is a strange thing, oh, and Enid?
Enid I remember you

Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But Enid we never really knew each other anyway

It took me a year to believe it was over
And it took me two more to get over the loss
I took a beating when you wrote me those letters
And every time you told me to get lost

Now it's not fair to say that
It's 'cause I was three inches shorter then
And it's not fair to say that
It's 'cause I was only fifteen years old
But maybe it's fair to say there was a lack of communication
I took a phone message, oh and speaking of communication
Oh, and Enid
Enid you got a cold

I can get a job, I can pay the phone bills
I can cut the lawn, cut my hair, cut out my cholesterol
I can work overtime, I can work in a mine
I can do it all for you but I don't want to

Enid we never really knew each other anyway
(I can teach you how to dance, how to sing, how to knit)
(How to make things that you never ever made before)
Enid we never really knew each other anyway
(Enid, I can teach you how to use cookie cutters)
(To make crazy things out of Play Doh)
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
(Little houses, little farms, little accessories for your mom)
(For your Barbie set, for your friends and your family)
But Enid we really never knew each other anyway
(Enid I can teach you how to snowmobile cross-country ski snowshoe)
(But I don't want to)

Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Enid we never really knew each other anyway

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Gone Up In Flames - Lyrics - Morning Runner

Title: Gone Up In Flames
Artist: Morning Runner
Composer(s): Alistair Clewer, Tom Derrett, Matthew Greener, Christopher Wheatcroft

Lyric:
Going to the race track
To try and get your money back
But caught trying to break in
But just [Incomprehensible] said
It couldn't happen to me?

She shaved off her hair
Said that she didn't care
That 'Life is so unfair'
Oh, but all she wanted
Was to be left alone

He said, he missed Bliss
Smiled and left the kids
And I said, ?This isn't it
But baby please come home
And start again?

It's all he's ever wanted
It's gone up in flames
And all he's ever wanted
To never stay the same

Oh no, this can't be happening
I said, oh no, this can't be happening

Going to the race track
To try and get your money back
But caught trying to break in
But just [Incomprehensible] said
It shouldn't happen, baby

She wore lip gloss
And cried when she got cross
And all that she had was lost
Yeah, she sold it all
Oh for pearls

He said, he missed bliss
Smiled and left the kids
And I said, ?This isn't it
But baby oh please come home
And start again?

It's all he's ever wanted
It's gone up in flames
And all he's ever wanted
Could never stay the same

And all he's ever wanted
It's gone up in flames
And all he's ever wanted
Could never stay the same

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I'M Grown - Lyrics - Tiffany Evans - Tiffany Evans

Title: I'M Grown
Album: Tiffany Evans
Artist: Tiffany Evans
Composer(s): L Daniels, D Emile, R Jerkins, C Johnson, R Lang, R Love, G Moss

Lyric:
Dark Child, yes, yelling to the lite beat
And it's B Dub and Tiffany
And we are in the place to be
And we came in to move your feet

And get things jumping like they're supposed to
Teen magazines were jumping right out the posters
Can't believe what you saying in lip gloss
I know you can't believe she getting older

She's just a teen so how could she
Really know what she wants?
I can't believe you'd think I'd run
And tell you're mean to me
When it's really like she mean, ain't she?

I know just what you think
You're so stuck in the past
Like stone washed jeans
And I can endorse anything through me
I'm flyer then you'd ever thought I'd be

You wonder why I'm so cold
You coulda been more involved but no
I'm not the girl that you knew before
I can't believe you didn't I'm grown

I'm grown now
Certified and all that
You say want you want
You can't take a thing from me

I'm grown now
(Oh)
I, I, I'm grown now
(I'm grown)

I'm grown now
Got my own money
You ain't gonna run me
I ain't no dummy

I'm grown now
(Yeah)
I, I, I'm grown now
(I'm grown)

I can't believe they tryna block me
Just to playing them games I thought you'd be
Up in my lead but no you can't compete
Back up don't touch gotta give me 50 feet

'Cause I'm a on another level
I'm bringing things to life like I'm Gapetto
This is the last time that I'm gonna tell you
I'm doing it big now, you wanna piece let it go

You wonder why I'm so cold
You coulda been more involved but no
I'm not the girl that you knew before
I can't believe you didn't I'm grown

I'm grown now
(Oh)
I, I, I'm grown now
(I'm grown)

I'm grown now
Got my own money
You ain't gonna run me
I ain't no dummy

I'm grown now
(Yeah)
I, I, I'm grown now
(I'm grown)

Aye, Tiff yo big brotha got you, it's happing
You push one hand to the cloud then back to the wind
Bow and Tiff Evans is back at it again
Yea, ma, you grown go on and let you rims spin, yea

You got ya lil premiers
These 50 lil days go head and let you paint drip
(Drip)

Tell your parents don't trip
And when ya girls go on ya lil trips
It's your world, lil mama, it's your life to live

I'm not those girls your used to dating
I gotta unique situation
(I'll tell you the truth)
You can travel the world but you'll never find someone
(That will take care of you)
I'll have you open 'cause

I'm grown now
(Oh)
I, I, I'm grown now
(I'm grown)

I'm grown now
Got my own money
You ain't gonna run me
I ain't no dummy

I'm grown now
(Yeah)
I, I, I'm grown now
(I'm grown)

I, I, I'm grown now

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Pick Up The Phone - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Pick Up The Phone
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Christopher Bria Bridges, Rashawna Guy, A Wilson, Pharrell Williams, Zukhan Bey, Michael L Tyler

Lyric:
{One more again
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand}

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

On a handstand
On my American bandstands
Summersaults cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick-dick gettin' outta control-trol
Oh no keep goin' till a nigga like me say stop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it drop
Tuck and twist if you don't like it you can fuck Cris
I'm rubbin' clicks so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss

Do your stretches don't pull no hamstrings
You got me movin' in fact you doin' the damn thang
Stronger muscles exercise every body your body hurts
Let's do this sweatin' thank God your bath and body works
I like a woman that makes her own dough don't need a lot of help
But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garter belt
Lip gloss traces you're pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like woah

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

I'mma send a chapter to this pussy poppin' legacy
Tryin' ta be that bitch can't no bitches don't fuck wit me
When I pop that Cris I'm on that business and bubbly
When I'm in that 6 wit 20's spinin' I'm luxury
'Cuz I got that head game
Fuckin' up that bed frame
But don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that led hang
Better learn that game shawty

Better get yo' man shawty
Fo' he end up tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I break it down for you bitches, it's so exquisite
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit them money stacks

Break in wit that pussy poppin'
That pussy droppin' to the floe
And got these niggas slobbin' he wantin' mo'
Wit out that doe popi ain't nuttin' happen
'Cuz that's the show I'm from go jukin' that pussy poppin'
Stoppin' that pussy droppin' gone

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Every time we hit the club
We at least 50 deep
Smokin' purple po and grichi got everybody keyed
In the club 7 days a week party be be off in this bitch
That hoe poppin' droppin' god-damn shawty who is this

Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
I'm sittin' slouched back in the chair stuntin' waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin' a derrierre for me
A bowlegged darbreded said her name was Strawberry
Up her pussy shawty pushed in a whole bottle o' mo
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here you deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down ass up hoe hands on those

Now pop that coochie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that ass shake like a seizure
Either magic or please us
Find me spending G's up
Maxin' out my Visa
Trickin' on strip teasers

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

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Control Myself - Lyrics - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Control Myself
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Ryan Toby, John Robie, Arthur Henry Baker, Afrika Bambaataa, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Jennifer Lopez, John B Miller, James Todd Smith

Lyric:
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Señor LL Cool J
Y aqui estoy, ya tu sabes
Uno, dos, tres, muevete!
(Ya'll know what this is, so, so Def!)

The club was far from empty
It was crowded at the entry
I slide right through like how I do
This girl began to tempt me

She said her name Shayeeda
I could tell her mama feed her
When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit
I'm L, nice to meet ya

I could feel my body yearning
The room just started turning
Didn't want to go out on the floor
But this girl was so determined

My brain began to sizzle
I'm sweatin' just a little
On the dance floor in the middle
She turned around and giggle
She said

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make me leave my man
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

It's hard for me to control myself
And to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna

Temptation is a mother
How we lust for one another
We barely know each other
Yet we're waddling like we're lovers

The air is filled with passion
The strobe lights are flashin'
The hustlers throw cash in
The bartender keeps splashin'

Her moves were so erotic
Her gaze was so hypnotic
I begged this girl to stop it
But she continued to pop it

You know I know you like it
Let me hit you on your Sidekick
Because the after party is at my body
Meet me you're invited
She said

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make me leave my man
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

It's hard for me to control myself
And to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna

She licked, off, her lip, gloss
Her hips, tossed, back, and forth
Side, to side, and up, and down
She touched, the ground, it turned, me out

I'm battling desire
Lord help me douse this fire
This internal inferno
Hotter than a shot of Cuervo

Her top was short and purple
Belly dancing in a circle
When I feel like this I can't resist
Stop it, don't make me hurt you
She said

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make me leave my man
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

It's hard for me to control myself
And to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna

Zezeze
Zezeze
Zezeze

Uh, yeah
I need e'rybody to report to the dance floor
Right, now!
Woo ooo!

Yeah, uh huh, uh huh
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Ya'll know what this is

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