Give me another chance to be your man, be your man, no Give me another chance, give me another chance, oh (Woah oh oh, woah oh oh) I promise I won't let you hurt again, hurt again, no Don't be afraid, baby, take my hand, take my hand, no Just give me

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Now make it clap You know what to do with that big fat butt Hot damn it Your booty like two planets Go head, and go ham sandwich Woah, I can't stand it 'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

Do you think about us? Woah-oh-oh-oh Do you think about us, us? (Think about us, are you thinkin' 'bout us?) (Are you—, thinkin' 'bout us, are you thinkin' 'bout us?) (Are you—, thinkin' 'bout us, thinkin' 'bout us) Oh-na-na-na-na, do you think about us?

I wanna walk about it, talk about it Tell all the world about you, tell the world about you Woah, I wanna walk, walk about I wanna talk, talk about I wanna tell, wanna tell the world all about you I'm gonna give, love so true We'll have a love, we'll

Woah woah, na na na na Do we really, do we really wanna let ourselves down? Took us so, so long to get here Yet we're still so far away Amor, amor, no hay nada más importante Are we not fed up with sorrow? No hay perdón en tu corazón Are you not fearful

Don't you know? Woah, don't you, baby, hey It won't matter, baby Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me And when I copped the 6 you

Hop in another one nigga I told, I told you all Dip back in another one nigga, woah We back with another one nigga I know how I'mma get mine I know, I know Get back in another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, woah Then hop out another one nigga

Woah, yeah boy Way-way back for me I need fake niggas to get way back James Harden with the range on me nigga way back Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back I can't get no rest (We in the house) I fall asleep with a Tec (Rack) Wearin'

I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've

Back it up for me, back it, back it up for me Oh woah, woah woah You don't get to see my face, just drop it down You don't get to see my face, just pop it down, pop it down Ooh, yeah yeah yeah UTU, FÈRINA! Girl I'm wavy