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Ow, come here boyI met a drummer last weekat a pool bar down b-by the shoreWith a body like that and your stonewashed eyesI want you moreHe cried, "Mother! What'd you do to me?"I said, "Mother mother mother's for babiesCall me kitty."YeahShake your kittyShake your kitty (meow)Put your arms around me, babeI'm giving you permission to feel meShake your kittyShake your kitty (meow)Put your arms around me, babeI'm giving you permission to feel meShake your shakeShake shakeShake your sh-shakeShake it, shake itShake it, shake itShake it, shakeI took a drummer by the handTo the Juke box thenWe hit the floorWith your Van Halen pinAnd your dark side burnsI want you moreHe cried, "Mother! What'd you do to me?"I said, "Mother mother mother's for babiesCall me kitty."Oh, why dontchaShake your kittyShake your kitty (meow)Put your arms around me, babeI'm giving you permission to feel meShake your kittyShake your kitty (meow)Put your arms around me, babeI'm giving you permission to feel meYou never call me by my nameBut I still want youYou play some pretty tricky gamesBut I still want youYour best friend drives a fancy carBut I still want youYou're working every hourBut, but I still want you yeah!If you see a girl this prettyShake her, shake her, shake her kittyWhen you see a girl that's prettyShake it, shake it, shake that kittyShake your kitty (meow)Put your arms around me, babeI'm giving you permission to feel meShake your kittyWhy don't youShake your kitty (meow)Put your arms around me, babeI'm giving you permission to feel meWhen you see a girl this prettyShake her, shake her, shake her kittyWhen you see a girl that's prettyShake your, shake your, shake that kittyShake your shakeShake it, shake itShake it, shake itShake it, shakeMeowwww
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Shawty what yo name is...Them hustlers keep on talkingThey like the way I'm walkinYour sayin that you want meSo press record I'll let you film meOn ya video phoneMake a cameoTape me on your video phoneI can handle youWatch me on your video phoneOn your video videoIf you want me you can watch on your video phoneI like how you approach meFresh white with your pants hanging grown man lowEverything you sayin soundin good to meNo need to convince me anymoreSwag up its right one blade its tightand i smell your cologne in the airbaby your doing something rightyou just cancelled every other man hereyou say you like my bag and the color of my nailsyou can see that i got it goin oni wanna make sure you remember meso imma leave my number on your video phonei got no time for frontini know just what I'm wantinif its gonna be you and mewhen i call they better see me on ya video screenThem hustlers keep on talkinThey like the way I'm walkinYour sayin that you want meSo press record I'll let you film meOn ya video phoneMake a cameoTape me on your video phoneI can handle youWatch me on your video phoneOn your video videoIf you want me you can watch on your video phoneYou a cutieYou should let me put you in my moviesThen shoot into a star of your own hit songWe can shoot the video right here on my cell phoneNever seen a smile so prettyI need to know I'll always have it with meSo take your picture on my video phoneYou can pick your own songAnd you can be the only oneI know you like thatTurn you into a starI got it like thatBaby dont fight itCuz when i miss your callI hit you right backOn my video phoneThem hustlers keep on talkinThey like the way I'm walkinYour sayin that you want meSo press record I'll let you film meOn ya video phoneMake a cameoTape me on your video phoneI can handle youWatch me on your video phoneOn your video videoIf you want me you can watch on your video phoneYou know them G's they be hollerinSpecially them hot onesBrooklyn, Atlanta, Houston to New OrleansWhen they see meThey be like "yo B let me call you"You breakin my focusBoy You cute and you ballinYou like it when i shake itShawty on a missionwhat yo name is?what? You want me naked?if you likin this positionyou can tape iton ya video phoneHustlers keep on talkinyou like the way its poppinyou sayin that you want mepress record i'll let you film meOn ya video phoneMake a cameoTape me on your video phoneI can handle youWatch me on your video phoneOn your video videoIf you want me you can watch on your video phone
(Instrumental)Midnight rush, with a pen in my handInkin Lincoln, sand-script with a fanRemembering me, before it beganSometimes I felt so Def in the JamCuz the ones who loved me, told me to stopLike homegirl can't catch sh*t if it dropsA superwoman chick, you know that I amSome sh*t don't fly by me in a manCuz I do not accept any lessThan someone just as real, as fabulousDon't want no PAPER GANGSTAWon't sign away my life to someone who's got the flavor but don't have no follow through don't want no PAPER GANGSTA won't sign no monkey papersI don't do funny business not interested in fakers Don't want no paper gangstaUh o-ohDon't want no paper gangstaUh o-ohGot something really shiny to start want me to sign there on your Range Rover heart? I've heard it before yeah, the dinners were nice Till your diamond words melted into some ice You should been rapped to the beat of my songMr. California, PAPER GANGSTA and I'm Lookin' for love not an empty page full of stuff that means nothing but "you've been played" Cuz I do not accept any lessThan someone just as real, as fabulous
Eh-ehEh-ehYe-haYe-haEh-ehEh-ehAha-ahaEh-ehEh-ehYe-haYe-haEh-ehEh-ehAha-ahaI love that lavender blondeThe way she movesThe way she walksI touch myself can’t get enoughAnd in the silence of the nightThrough all the tearsAnd all the liesI touch myself and it’s alrightJust give inDon’t give up babyOpen up your heart and your mind to meJust know whenThat glass is emptyThat the world is gonna bendHappy in the club with a bottle of red wineStars in our eyes ‘cuz we’re having a good timeEh-ehEh-ehSo happy I could dieBe your best friendYeah I’ll love you foreverUp in the cloudsWe’ll be higher than everEh-ehEh-ehSo happy I could dieAnd it’s alrightEh-ehEh-ehYe-haYe-haEh-ehEh-ehAha-ahaEh-ehEh-ehYe-haYe-haEh-ehEh-ehAha-ahaI am as vain as I allowI do my hairI gloss my eyesI touch myself all through the nightAnd when something fall out of placeI take my timeI put it backI touch myselfTill I’m on trackJust give inDon’t give up babyOpen up your heart and your mind to meJust know whenThat glass is emptyThat the world is gonna bendHappy in the club with a bottle of red wineStars in our eyes ‘cuz we’re having a good timeSo happy I could dieBe your best friendYeah I’ll love you foreverUp in the cloudsWe’ll be higher than everSo happy I could dieAnd it’s alrightHappy in the club with a bottle of red wineStars in our eyes ‘cuz we’re having a good timeSo happy I could dieBe your best friendYeah I’ll love you foreverUp in the cloudsWe’ll be higher than everSo happy I could dieAnd it’s alright
Groove, Slam, Work it backFilter that, Baby bump that trackGroove, Slam, Work it backFilter that, Baby bump that trackGroove, Slam, Work it backSpace Cowboy just play that trackGaga in the room, so starstruckCherry, Cherry, Cherry, Cherry, Boom, BoomRollin' up to the club on the weekend,Stylin' out to the beat that you’re freakin'Fantasize the track that you're tweakin'Blow my heart upPut your hands on my waist, pull the faderRun it back with the original flavorQueue me up I'm the twelve on your tableI'm so STARSTRUCKSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo Starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upBaby now that we’re alone, got a requestCould you make me number one on your playlistWith your Dirty Headphone, with the left side onWhen you scratch back and forth back and forth Uh-huhPut your hands on my waist, pull the faderRun it back with the original flavorPut the beat down first. Hoppin’ from the chorus to the verse (frika frika reverse)So starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo Starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upBaby could you blow my heart upHey, and I'm all like really really is that himI haven't seen you before, and you've got them big wheelsInto that cash flow, I'm a fan of you, don't tripShawty say hand over you signature right hereLike it's just a dotted line and I'm supposed to signHow she at it a fanatic and I think it’s goin downShe so starstruck, the gal all stuckLike she had an overdose, to many starbucksAin't never seen a baller, paper that's that tallerStunners that let their top back on their Chevy impalasHummers and all that fully loaded with two spoilersWhat did you call that when she only worth two dollarsBut that’s another chapter, son of a bachelorAll on me, then start it up baby act upSo please swagger, they're gonna daggerShe got what she wantsShawty happily ever afterSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo Starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upGroove, Slam, Work it backFilter that, Baby bump that trackGroove, Slam, Work it backFilter that, Baby bump that trackGroove, Slam, Work it backFilter that, Baby bump that trackGroove, Slam, Work it back(Filter that), Baby bump that trackBaby now that we're alone, got a requestCould you make me number one on your playlistWith your Dirty Headphone, with the left side onWhen you scratch back and forth back and forth Uh-huhPut your hands on my waist, pull the faderRun it back with the original flavorPut the beat down first. Hoppin' from the chorus to the verse (I'm so, I'm so)Starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upI'm soSo Starstruck (struck)Baby could you blow my heart upBaby could you blow my heart upI'm soI'm so
Hello! Mr.RadioGot her pink tightsAnd her funny-money retro sound (sound)Spin that shitSpin it cause it's fabulous!Dance Mr.Radio nerdHow 'bout we trade them speakers for theseNew Jimmy Choo sneakersWhat do you say? What do you say?Play it for me baby, give it to meReal filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it cause it's fabulousPlay it for me baby, give it to meReal filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it till it's platinumHello Mr. Radio,This beat is expensive popYeah!Work that shitWork it like a hiltonHello Mr. I'm that shitYes sir, yes sirHow bout we trade them speakersWith my Louis Vuitton sneakers?Play it for me babyGive it to me real filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it cause it's fabulousPlay it for me babyGive it to me real filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it till it's platinum.Huh Huh.Yeah yeah yeah.Pop pop popReal filthy pop.Your so filthy!This music's so filthy!Play it for me babyGive it to me real filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it cause it's fabulous.Play it for me babyGive it to me real filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it till it's platinum.Play it for me babyGive it to me real filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it cause it's fabulousPlay it for me babyGive it to me real filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it till it's platinumPlay it for me babyGive it to me real filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it cause it's fabulousPlay it for me babyGive it to me real filthy pop!Spin that shitSpin it till it's platinum
Baby you've got a lot of questionsYou better listen up pleaseI wanna know what you want and needTo charge up your batteriesYou got the flow and the intentionBoy but have you got (stop) the mouthShow me that you've got the ammunitionThat you're good for a while, for a while, for a whileCharge it up because ba-by you could be mineI don't need a red soldierI need you to reload itBring it reloadedCharge it up cause babe you're one of a kindI don't need a red soldierI need you to reload itBring it reloadedReloaded, LoadedLo-oaded, Lo-oadedReloaded, LoadedRelo-oa-de-ed, Lo-oa-de-edReloaded, LoadedLo-oaded, Lo-oadedReloaded, Lo-oadedRelo-oa-de-ed, Lo-oa-de-edYou had better rest up your energyYou better reserve yourselfCause tonight I'm expecting to get plentyAnd I wont do it myselfConserve your juices cause I'm gonnaTake you on a (miracle?)I'm not ridiculous I'm just a girlWho like's a man who can't go wrongcan't go wrong, can't go wrongCharge it up because baby you could be mineI don't need a red soldierI need you to reload itBring it reloadedCharge it up cause babe you're one of a kindI don't need a red soldierI need you to reload itBring it reloadedReloaded, LoadedLo-oaded, Lo-oadedReloaded, LoadedRelo-oa-de-ed, Lo-oa-de-edReloaded, LoadedLo-oaded, Lo-oadedReloaded, Lo-oadedRelo-oa-de-ed, Lo-oa-de-edBaby you can check for yourselfI'm gonna spin you when I doubt I'm gonna do ya rightAnd I wont complain if your bugginCan't handle my lovin tonight, tonight, tonightRodney "Darkchild" JerkinsYou momma, get no momma, get the flo mommalike obama, plan like osama......Charge it up because baby you could be mineI don't need a red soldierI need you to reload itBring it reloadedCharge it up cause babe you're one of a kindI don't need a red soldierI need you to reload itBring it reloadedReloaded, LoadedLo-oaded, Lo-oadedReloaded, LoadedRelo-oa-de-ed, Lo-oa-de-edReloaded, LoadedLo-oaded, Lo-oadedReloaded, Lo-oadedRelo-oa-de-ed, Lo-oa-de-ed
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