Ya' gotta give a little something to a cold dog cat, Finding him a woman who can shake like that, Hottie! She's a hottie! Got a smokin' little body! String bikini and a barbed-wire tat (tattoo) She's a rockin' that cowboy hat ! Hottie! She's a hottie!

And you pull my hips so close; volume goes with the truth When I'm home alone, I just dance by myself The kid was all right but it went to his head Signing off "I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen." I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out You cop it live, boy I got it all on film Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk No you

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

You were just one of my phases, ah yeah We got too drunk, we got too high On the night we graduated We got locked up in my bedroom And I swear I didn't fake it Fell in love when we were faded Don't make this complicated I'm sorry if I hurt you

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

And its really cold outside You know I hate bein' alone Bet I'll get you right You know my roommates ain't home Brown skin honey, said won't you creep into my bedroom? You lookin' real good now, tell me what it do I heard you got a girl though, what's it

Still writing songs about You on my bed and a mini bar three day I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women Broke up in places that we've never been in Spending all night and all day trying to say something new But it's no use I'm still writing songs about

What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone On the bedroom floor 'Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money? And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down I ain't got a job now He's just