Oh oh oh, I'm on fire Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can do to you the things that I can't do? I can take you higher Sometimes it's like someone took a

Well I get my kicks Oh, come with me I'll show you how to live for free Nobody got a thing on me Done singing in the midnight street (ooh) Oh, diamond deeds, a minimal variety I'll never lack the quality Take the money

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh And doowutchyalike, Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh Everybody doowutchyalike And since you came here you gotta show and prove, Now if

Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah (yeah! Bow!) Sauce on ya, nigga, got the sauce on me, uh (I got sauce) Boss, like a young nigga was Ross on me, uh (like I'm fuckin' Ross) Pull up on your shawty, I put sauce on it, yeah (like I fuckin' spilled) Sauce on ya, nigga, got

Whoa-oh oh oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Till we see the sunlight TiK ToK, on the clock But the party don't stop no Tonight, Im'ma fight Yeah, you got me Woah-oh oh oh

So why do I try? Oh baby, look at us I'm loving the pain I never wanna live without it You drive me insane Now we're screaming just to see who's louder You got me like (na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na) We been living like angels, living

So baby come and get me, cause I don't wanna dance alone I got my best on and I feel like dancing all night long Oh it's been so long Thinking 'bout the feeling of your arms wrapped around my body It's what I want Nothing's gonna stop me Oh but I want If

What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof With my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh

Late night messages Thinkin' 'bout what I might do Don't know what'd got into me Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me Them late night messages Keep sendin' them late night messages Late night messages, oh-woah oh-woah Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She