After the club, strip When I get you home, strip We on that grown shit baby hop up on this I'ma take your clothes all off (strip) Take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) Your clothes clothes all off And when the valet pull up shorty ride with

Foreign skies Blinded me to empty charms. I crossed the ocean, Fell into your arms So sure, so wrong.. You sang me a simple tune, I took if for a song. Say goodbye Don't tell me why you have to go

Wanna keep you turned up, baby, keep you turned on 'Cause you're my party song I wanna keep you turned up, baby, keep you turned on You're my party song Knocking me down with that little beat you're thumpin' Keeping that king cab thumping And, girl, I

Thong, th-thong, thong, thong When you’ve got an ass like mine Sweet design Baby got back on my cockback Where's the men at? Someone’s gonna move a lot of heads What’s mine, sweet design Word travels fast “Thong Song,” I'ma bring it, part 2

This song's for you There's a million pretty girls all over Come on, eh, eh, eh What I gotta do to get you into my life? I could be your bad boy or baby I could be nice I would give you all the stars If you give me the night Been all around the world And

Kick it back, find a good song on the radio, 'Til we get lost in a sunset falling Lay a blanket by the creek Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree No one watching Now there ain't nothing wrong, baby, you and I Gettin' down to some up all night And

You caught a vibe shootin' shots, why not? Baby, I'ma do it Baby, I'ma do 'em to you (You) I'm going non stop, my spot You caught a vibe, vibe shootin' shots, why not? Tell me the things you wan' do (Tell me) I'm going non stop, my spot (Yeah) Tell me

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the

My number one hit You are my number one hit Baby you are the song of my life And the sweetest melody And I love making love to your eyes It's like singing in the perfect key I got a studio up in heaven And it's the perfect atmosphere It's guaranteed to

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the