Lyrics:
trust her
And ever since we met
She understood so she let
Me twist her good
I twist her good
And the water is piping hot
The water is piping
Oo every morning do the hot cha cha
My little baby ooo likes to hot cha cha
In the bar or riding in her car
She do the hot cha cha
In a bus or by
[Pitbull]
Gotta freak in the morning
A freak in the evening
Just to please me
Im the type to nut twice a day
Fuck night and day
Bring the next one
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
Be our guest
Be our guest
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin round your neck, cherie
And we provide the rest
Soupe du jour, hot hors
sweet sympathy
She helped me to my feet and she got me off the street
I was far too sick to look ashamed
Some soup and hot tea and a blanket over me
a shame
Say what you want, but I still figured
She left you cause you couldn't be, like them real niggas
She was a hustler by nature, and you was just faker
outside.
She felt me up and kissed my face,
Put her dirty hands down in my pants.
She took all of my money,
Left me naked by the silvery moon.
I'm
everything I need
Come February, looking forward
To Valentines Day
When I get that card from my baby
And here's what she's sayin'
Honey that's alright by me
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
Was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest,
outside.
She felt me up and kissed my face,
Put her dirty hands down in my pants.
She took all of my money,
Left me naked by the silvery moon.
I'm
brain would churn
She was hot
Oooh baby she was hot!
She winked at me
As she strutted on by
She knew what I was thinking
I could see it in her eyes
She
Hot wax drippin'
Honey what do you say
I got a brand new record
That I gotta play
She says not now boy
But I did anyway
'Cause I'm ready, so
and slave, sometimes succeed
I'm lookin' out for number one
When I'm hot she says she's not
Don't get too close, she's over the top
Think by now, well, I
She’s a truck stop nun.
Hangs out on the Highway,
Makes her living on the By-way.
With her pile of books she gets some looks,
She’s a truck stop nun.
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
your
Spine snap crackie and pops, pal
Give me one to go
He buddy, take a number
She can't say no
To what it takes
A hot dog nad a shake
That's
we're both the same (both the same)
But you call yourself by different names (different names)
Now your mama won't like it when she finds out (finds
smoke
when she walked by
Boys poppin' off
Like the 4th of July
She's hot as hell
She's hot as hell
She's hot as hell
Hey fireman
Better ring that bell
Ruby, you poured a lot of hot coffee in your day
Ravishing Ruby, believe anything you say
Just like her daddy said, said he'd be back someday
She was
The lights on the lady in tights
Or the bride with the guy on the side
Or the ball where she gives him a roar
That's entertainment!
The plot can be
And the thing go ratta (buck, buck)
Came from the jungle
We hot but we humble
You want to reach out to her
Just put down your number (brrrr)
If she's not
Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I
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