Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) I want your love, just lead me on Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a sucker for ya Die slow, die slow Won't give it up, hey,

Ooh, came in this bitch with the same gang Same gang since the beginning (Yeah) All in this bitch tryna maintain Ain't worried about no woman (No) Bought a new whip with a big rims Ooh, 30s, they spinnin' (Skrrt) Pieces, know that they hittin' Bitches,

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on And girl I, wanna be the papa you can be the mom oh oh Make I see the gyal dem

I don’t wanna be alone, I don’t wanna be alone I don’t wanna be alone The feeling I got from you ‘Cause ya know, somewhere inside, I cannot find No, somewhere inside, I cannot find The feeling I got from you, oh Hard for a Pitchfork, soft for a

Oh, didn't I? There are times to remember and times that I wish to forget Our time together was tinged with love and regret Oh my girl, my sweet, sweet little girl Didn't I try to tell ya That life was for living And wasn't I the guy who said Stay away

Let's go on vacation You and I know We're both so busy we work so hard and I never see you, it's totally retarded When we're together, we're both so tired Sometimes I wish we'd just get our asses fired Cuz that way, you and me, we could hang out all day

Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

Mi cama suena y suena Dices que de mí ya te olvidaste Y de tu mente borraste Cuando yo te hacía pom pom pom pom Ah, o-oh, oh, oh Pom pom pom pom Piensas que yo me quedé tranquila Y los tengo haciendo fila Mientras que tu inventas dar pom pom pom pom

Y a pas moyen Djadja J'suis pas ta catin Djadja, genre en Catchana baby tu dead ça Putain mais tu déconnes C'est pas comme ça qu'on fait les choses Oh Djadja, j'suis pas ta catin Djadja, non Aya Nakamura oh yeah Hello papi mais qué pasa? J'entends des