They say people don’t want to get too deep Is that a fact, whatcha think? I think I came to get deep up in this club Forget it all, ain't, worried 'bout love... Lose myself in this bass Let it wash like showers Have. a. drink. or three Cause, I got a need that's, dour. I been so stressed But the music got me numb The shots help too And I just saw, sumin'. (hmmm) [Pre-Chorus] She cut to the left and the right. Spun around, threw it down. (she outta sight) And she looks even better, dancing tonight. (Under all these lights). [Chorus x2] Shake, that ass. Bounce, them titties. Go on get your hand, up, on her hip. Make’er feel dizzy. Cause it’s only once a week That we’re trying to wile' out And I’m tryin’ find out How tonight pans out [Verse] We’ll be back next week but fuck, all your shit tonight We’re in charge of us, don’t barge, in on us, that’s right Cause tonight, right now, we’re feelin high as the sky Don’t ask me ,why we dare to fly, this is a break from life. I forgot, that I forgot to pay that bill, Who the fuck cares? Yo, watch your drink drink (It bet' not spill) I know we’re supposed to be getting wild tonight But if you, mess up, this fit than we. might. Just. fight. Can’t you see how clean, how fly, this shit is? So, don’t play with me or, I might end up pleadin’ the fifth [Pre-Chorus] Don’t, ruin my vibe Just fall back, (son) Cause this ass on her ‘Bout to make me run. (...up my tab) [Chorus x2] Shake, that ass. Bounce, them titties. Go on get your hand, up, on her hip. Make’er feel dizzy. Cause it’s only once a week That we’re trying to wile out And I’m tryin’ find out How tonight pans' out [Verse 3] Hey shawty (come’ere) [hushed vocals] Let me talk to you We been dancin all night What you tryna do? Cause I got a spot not far from here You can have-whatever you want, wine or beer I know that that's cliche to say, but, it's true I don't care about whoever it was. you used to talk to. Cause tonight it's just you. and it's me Ain't no one else around I'm tryin to see. [Pre-Chorus] So I can't pass up the chance, to holla' at ya. Cause I'll be damned if you're not with me afta', We exit this club, and the night air hits Let's go back to my place, (I know you're tryina' get lit) [Chorus x2] Shake, that, ass. Bounce, them, titties. Go on get your hand, up, on her hip. Make’er feel dizzy. Cause it’s only once a week That we’re trying to wile' out And I’m tryin’ find out How tonight pans out [Breakdown] [Outro with heavy bass]
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