It's a bring your own booze contribution We got beer and good old boys, good old girls Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion Oh, but tonight it's on, pass the jar around Get so far gone we come unwound We

I'm so obsessed With the way that your lips Kiss me like crazy Oh, you amaze me When you walk in the room Yeah, I'm a mess Girl, I confess You got me losing it You know it

Cause I’m a girl Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah With a bottle of wine and you I’m a girl, I got skills I can dance all night in five inch heels And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world I can get a free drink for flipping my hair I can rock a

How to party, yeah, we know how to party Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party When I'm with my clique, we know how to party I got a few girls on the way,

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Help me, ah So help me (cravin') I'm on the sidewalk (you got me cravin') I'm fallin' over (you got me cravin') Everybody, feel the pain Rockin' back and forth (you got me holdin' my hand) Rockin' back and forth (so I'm here waitin' for you, girl) Oh,

Got bitches 'n marijuana Bail any girl that I wanna I got 'em, I got 'em I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Got bitches n marijuana Ah, T-ballin',

Young nigga go, young nigga go Come here, girl Oh, you want me to touch you right there? Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair Oh you want it? Oh you want it right now Like that? I got you baby All on you baby Push it back on daddy Push it back on

New York at night Empire high Its got me coming alive Baby you're like That Uptown something Girl you're like a model on a Soho street Walking on air like you own it That electric energy Something tells me you're gonna keep me going til the morning light

And it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done? Beatrice, I love my phonograph She got a phonograph Beatrice, she got a phonograph Beatrice got a phonograph But it won't say a lonesome word What evil has the poor girl heard? But you broke my