sean kingston ft baby bash what is it [with lyrics]
LYRICS [Baby Bash in background] [Sean Kingston] Bash [Baby Bash] Tell me, what it do Tell me, what it do [Sean Kingston] Kingston (What is it) [Baby Bash] What What What is it [Sean Kingston] Hey Hey Hey Hey [Chorus:] [Baby Bash] What is it [Sean Kingston] Let me see you go mama, go mama [Baby Bash] What is it [Sean Kingston] Get your girls and pull on her show, mama [Baby Bash] What is it [Sean Kingston] Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama [Baby Bash] What is it, what, what What is it, what is it [Repeat Chorus] [Baby Bash] [Verse 1] I'm a holler back, then I pop my collar back Girl, I see that Da-da-da, dunk I want all of that, follow that Train man, follow that caboosey Ain't nathin' in the world Like some thick, and some juicy She going downtown, cause her favorite DJ's spinnin' I'm all up in the door, so I'm already winnin' I got a lot of women, but I'm way too choosey And then I love my cake, like that Ricky love Lucy On some peanut butter leather, with the wood so grainy It must be raining dollars, cause she lookin' so gravy Sophisticasted lady, pop it to the end, what it do What the busi', baby girl, tell me what's happenin', what's happenin' [Repeat Chorus Twice] [Pre-Verse: Baby Bash] She move like she dancing on YouTube The kind of chica that you really ain't used to Dame lo, dame lo, mami, shoot through In my ear, talkin' 'bout, I'm a do you [Verse 2] Everyone top-notch it Everybody watch it Ain't no punk, when she pop, lock and drop it Straight show <b>...</b>
ciara goodies [with lyrics]
LYRICS My Goodies, My Goodies, My Goodies Not my goodies! [Verse 1: Petey Pablo] I got a sick reputation for handling broads All I need is me a few seconds or more. And it's a wrap Tell Valet to bring my Lac And I ain't coming back So you can put a car right there. I'm the truth And ain't got nothin' to prove. An you can ask anybody Cuz they seen me do it. Barricades, I run right through 'em I'm used to 'em. Throw all the dirt you want it's no use. You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit. (I love you boo) Yeah freaky Petey love you too. Ha Ha You know how I do.. [Hook: Ciara] You may look at me and think that I'm Just a young girl But I'm not just a young girl. Baby this is what I'm lookin' for: Sexy, independent, Down to spend it type that's gettin' his dough I'm not being too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it. [Chorus: Ciara] I bet you want the goodies. Bet you thought about it. Got you all hot and bothered. Mad cause I talk around it. Looking for the goodies Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh [Verse 2: Ciara] Just because you drive a Benz I'm not going home with you. You won't get no nookie or the cookies I'm no rookie. If you ain't Sexy, independent I ain't wit' it so you already know. I'm not being too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it You may talk slick Tryna hit But I'm not dumb I'm not being too dramatic it's just how I gotta have it [Chorus] [Verse 3: Petey Pablo] So damn <b>...</b>
beyonce Irreplaceable [with lyrics]
LYRICS To the left To the left To the left To the left Mmm to the left, to the left Everything you own in the box to the left In the closet, that's my stuff Yes, if I bought it, baby, please don't touch (don't touch) And keep talking that mess, thats fine Could you walk and talk, at the same time? And it's my name thats on that jag So go move your bags, let me call you a cab Standing in the front yard, telling me How I'm such a fool, talking 'bout How I'll never ever find a man like you You got me twistedYou must not know 'bout me You must not know 'bout me I can have another you in a minute Matter fact, he'll be here in a minute (baby) You must not know 'bout me You must not know 'bout me I can have another you by tomorrow So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin' You're irreplaceable? So go ahead and get gone Call up that chick, and see if shes home Oops I bet you thought, that I didn't know What did you think I was putting you out for? Because you was untrue Rolling her around in the car that I bought you Baby, drop them keys Hurry up, before your taxi leaves Standing in the front yard, telling me How I'm such a fool, talking 'bout How I'll never ever find a man like you You got me twisted You must not know 'bout me You must not know 'bout me I can have another you in a minute Matter fact, he'll be here in a minute (baby) You must not know 'bout me You must not know 'bout me I will have another you by tomorrow So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin' You're <b>...</b>