With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you She's got the rhythm and I got the blues And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues And she's showing me how much I had to lose This old bar stools feeling higher As a started sinking lower The

You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine I can tell by the way she walks She's got the power to heal you, never fear! Every time she starts to lovin' She brings eyesight to the blind You know her daddy gave her magic Her daddy gave her magic,

She gon' make you move to Miami She gon' make you She gon' make you move She'll leave you shook The way she dance Uh yeah, yeah! (Yeah) She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy) Her body got me tipsy

Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night And the music's all right 'Cause she's playing all night She wears on her chest And when daddy comes home He never gets no rest Well the kids don't eat And the dog can't sleep

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

You were bad girl and your friends bad too Oh we got the swag sauce she drippin' swagu 'Cause we like to party, hey hey hey hey hey hey 'Cause we like to party I'll give it all away Just don't tell nobody tomorrow 'Cause tonight's the night, uh uh uh, oh

Play this shit in the club for me, for me, for me (for me) I just ran hunnid yard dash You spent too much cash Screw your Goyard bags I knew that you wouldn't last (no way) I'm in physics class I knew that you wouldn't ask She got too much (shh, what?)

And this is my favorite song Now sing along, when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh) There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunk Let's hold down

Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now Because heaven sends and heaven takes Crashing cars in his brain Keep him tied up to a dream And only she can set him free And then he says to me She's got her halo and wings Hidden under his eyes But

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',