Shawty wanna' thug, bottles in the club Shawty wanna' hump, you know I'd like to touch ya lovely lady lumps C-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for ya Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya C-Call me, s-so I can make it juicy for ya Ow, uh huh no homo

Crazy, beautiful, sexy You You got that real thing, that good-vibing feel thing Crazy, beautiful, sexy, unusual Innocent, provocative, so classic, you're rocking it Gives me that hard rush, I can't help but wanna touch And I just can't get enough, baby, just

Take me all the way Ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it 'Cause every time I'm with you, I go into a zone And I remember all the places you you wanna go 'Cause every time I see you, I don't wanna behave I'm tired of being patient, so let's pick up

Maybe I ain't working enough So why you you wanna love me so bad Why you you wanna love me so bad Haven’t you you heard about my miserable past Critical past Pitiful past I swear no matter what I touch it breaks So I no longer wanna see your face I got the worst

Just wanna see you you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Excuse me, beg your pardon girl Do you you have any idea what you you startin' girl? You got me tingling, come to me mingling Steppin'

Closer to you you Fly this girl as high as you you can into the wild blue Set me free, oh, I pray Closer to heaven above and closer to you you Cowboy take me away I said, I wanna touch the earth I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly Oh,

The Boys always spending all their money on love You You get high and fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Clone it, own it,

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

I do it solo T-t-touch but I got nobody I wanna f-woop, woop woop, but I'm broken hearted Cr-cr-cry but I like to party Here on my own Cr-cr-cry since the day we parted So I do it solo Since you you been gone I've been dancing on my own

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled I don't want the truth I wanna feel fucking cool Once in a while but between me and you you Lip service radio, don't touch the dial Man, I love this rap