furs Curious so I want to see if it's hers Delirious so I had to see if it's her, it wasn't me I ain't touch you that's on me and my words You ain't
Come On) Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out Till the club is closed down, talk to me [Chorus: Pharell] + (Busta Rhymes) I said Busta (What's
lose with twenty-two bitch that's what's up Runnin' in the back to fuck, better than the aquaduct Chil-l-lin', flip-p-pin', what? Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo
Keep doin' what your doin' to her, let's go Pretty lady go on do dat dance Pretty lady go on do dat dance Sexy momma go on do dat dance Sexy momma go on
a nigga fallin out [Rhymes] Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me [Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)] I said Busta (What's up son
now baby bring it on don't be frontin' on your baby boo all I wanna is what's up with you how can I get with you seems like you got a hold on me it
She's crying On the phone Everyday, it's the same But she'll never know He's lying, He's not alone At the bar, grinding hard, With another ho So wasted
What do you do, when love is lost? Verse 2: I was trippin wouldn't listen now I'm sitting sipping shots at the bar Now im riding to the 90's hits
turns to fire You're what I desire, I'm comin? to get you girl That's right, that's right, it's on tonight You're just my type, you're what I like I
' o'clock back at the club And I think what happened last night is happening again 12' o'clock back at the club And I think what happened last night is happening again Tipsy with a girl who's
a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stopping me I'ma be what I set out to
night Well, I don?t know, can?t see ?em for the glow of the neon lights An' it's a long way from here to the place where the home fires burn Well it's
, hey, hey good lookin', can I buy you a beer?" It's like Nelly said, "It's gettin' hot in here" She said, "I'm headin' out to Vegas On a 747 in 35 minutes
horse, ride a cowboy" I'm a thorough-bred, that's what she said In the back of my truck bed as I was gettin' buzzed on suds Out on some back country
We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover
me this club is crowded we should go telly got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up)one more
my pride, let it ride and partied But this body felt just like mine's, I got worried I looked over to the left, a reflection of myself That's why I couldn
of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slutted It's a high number Name a nigga