She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum Shawty right there got a ghetto booty A ghetto booty She just wanna pop pop pop pop pop pop pop that bubblegum If she keep blowing it might explode Never seen a girl like you before Drop a dollar

Hmhmhmhm ah ah I love him from the skin to my bones, ah But I don’t wanna miss home, ah There’s nothing to save and he knows, ah I’ll just runaway in the overnight "How long you leaving?" "Well Dad just don’t expect me back this evening Oh it could take

Ring-a-ding, ding Let me know if it's a ting Fucking all your Pickering tings She said she wanna come to Toronto She wanna come to the 6 side She know that's the best side She know who to check when she come around She know who to check whenever she

You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower Or you’ll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ooh) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh) Ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse She wanna ride me like a cruise and I’m not tryna lose Then you're

Bad bitch know something (know something) Give her that money, go blow something (blow it) She want a rack 'til I pop something (rack) She want a trick, I'm not one (not one) Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr) She wanna text me the addie (text it) They

God bless Amerika This so godless Amerika Will I die or go to jail today? Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead Uh, my mind’s filled with mine fields The ashes fall, the wine spills The world stops, drops and

Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Wanna tell you story About woman I know When it comes to lovin' She steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small

Baby, let's put the X in sex Love's like a muscle and you make me wanna flex Keep it undercover, baby let me be your private eye Let's put the X in sex I got a letter just the other day She sent a picture, but she didn't sign her name She wore high heels

I'll be drunk again All by myself To feel a little love Should I, should I? Maybe I'll get drunk again I wanna be drunk when I wake up On the right side of the wrong bed And every excuse I made up Tell you the truth I hate

Don't fuck with my love I don't wanna know that, babe That heart is so cold All over my home I told her she knows Take aim and reload I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her, "I'm not really looking for