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like me And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me, And I'ma take your clothes all off (strip) Take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off
the shooters 'cause the shooters feel for me (oh) I do it for the bitches, make 'em boost and steal for me (yeah) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes
You's a nasty (nasty), trashy (nasty) Sleazy (nasty), classless (nasty) Nasty, put some clothes on, I told ya Don't walk out your house without
You's a nasty (nasty), trashy (nasty) Sleazy (nasty), classless (nasty) Nasty, put some clothes on, I told ya Don't walk out your house without
and again... I want you to; take your clothes off I need you to ; take your clothes off I know you wanna: take your clothes off I know you wanna: take your
-¿Qué ropa llevas? (What clothes are you wearing?) (What clothes do you wear?) -¿Qué ropa llevas? (What clothes are you wearing?) (What clothes do
No clothes on We back, hey Songz and the Runners No clothes on This Songbook baby I can picture you with no clothes on Girl, I gotta have it,
1000 dollar fit be my trap clothes 1000 dollar kicks these my trap clothes Been hanging I ain't sleep in my trap clothes I ain't changing all week
Clothes clothes clothes clothes Don't impose pose pose pose Clothes clothes clothes clothes Don't impose pose pose pose Your opinion on me To want
like me I puts it down in the bedroom, ma ask about me Baby take off your clothes Baby take off your clothes Baby take off your clothes Baby take
bought but you still gon' see him At the T pimpin' through the Greensborough Coliseum, mayne [Chorus: Phonte] (Uh) Cause now I got on my good clothes
bitches clothes Money shoes bitches clothes Money shoes bitches clothes Look at the wipe on up the road Money shoes bitches clothes Money shoes bitches
I eat what's on my plate That's a big meal Baby can you take your close off I just wanna see your clothes off Baby can I see your close off Baby no
girlfriend She said she brand new, brand new, fresh out the box, fresh out the box Tonight I'm gon' be her husband S-s-s-so let's just tear our clothes off,
Girl, it's too hot to keep on these clothes Pum pum shorts with the Louis Wine up your waist and be Gucci Only came out to run into you First thing I
Take your clothes off Take your clothes off Take your clothes off Take your clothes off Goin' down like zipper Yea, I'm a stripper Goin' down like
I got bitches on the floor (Bitches on the floor) Taking off their clothes (Taking off their clothes) Shopping shopping and they know (Round) It
Man I got my Sunday clothes on Now put your Sunday clothes on I'm at my best But I don't wanna be my best Cuz I need that rest Don't wanna to get
you wanna do to me Tell me tell me What you wanna do to me No time for the bull Drop on me No time for the bull Drop on me Im taking my clothes off Im
Yeah, yeah Fashion shows, fancy clothes (oh, fancy, fancy clothes) That's just the way it goes (fancy, fancy clothes, yeah) Fashion shows, fancy
Right yasuh now Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop off mi clothes (pop it off) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop off mi clothes (naked) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop off
girlfriend She said she brand new, brand new, fresh out the box, fresh out the box Tonight I'm gon' be her husband S-s-s-so let's just tear our clothes off,
5. Take Off Your Clothes When I see you baby I wanna take off your clothes Just rip off your clothes Just take off your clothes When I see you I
When I see you baby I wanna take off your clothes Just rip off your clothes Just take off your clothes When I see you I want you to Take of my
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