I love the way you love me 'cause you love me like that I love the way you, love the way you love me, yeah (I love the way you love me, love the way you love me) I'm a primadonna, somehow you still wanna Gimme everything I want, yeah I might be a diva,

'Cause you know the truth hurts But secrets kill Can't help thinkin' that I love it still Still here, there must be something real 'Cause you know the good die young But so did this And so it must be better than I think it is Gimme those eyes, it's easy

I can't escape the heat Under your cover Swimming pool summer Gimme your number I wanna take the heat Physical wonder A sensual hunter I break a sweat at the château A party crowd that I don't know

Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Bust anotha bottle of moe Gal dem inna me sight and I gots to know Which one is gonna catch my flow Cause I'm inna di vibes and I got my dough! Bust anotha bottle of moe Gal dem lookin hype and I gots to know Gal

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight Won't somebody help me Chase the shadows away Take me through the darkness To the break of the day Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayer Half past twelve

All the chances we took We're so close to something Better left unknown I can feel it in my bones Gimme sympathy Get too close to the flame Wild open space Talk like an open book

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) And clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) Some niggas need the henny to endure the drama All I need is information on your crib and armour When it

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city Got to get a grip If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be a fat city You gotta live large, gotta

Buss anotha bottle a moe Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know Which one is gonna catch my flow Gal dem lookin' hype and I got to know Just gimme the light and pass the dro 'Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough Buss anotha bokkle a moe Busta Bus