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Κορυφαία τραγούδια από Booboo'zzz All Stars
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Booboo'zzz All Stars
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Joubert
Composer
Olivier Lerole
Composer
Stéphane Garcia Tudela
Composer
Cédric Verdier
Composer
Laurent Mercier
Composer
Chauncey Hannibal
Lyrics
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Shawty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strictly biz, you don't play around
Cover much ground
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day
Be a play away
I can't get her out of my mind (wow)
I think about the girl all the time (wow, wow)
East side to the West side
Pushing fat rides
It is no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's gotta have it
Baby you a perfect 10
Wanna get in
Can I get down so I can win?
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up
She got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catching feelings is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Herb's the word, spin the verb
Lover it curves so freak what you heard (yeah)
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You gotta pay to play
Just for Shawty bang bang to look your way
I like the way you work it
Trump tight all day every day
Blowing my mind, maybe in time
Maybe I can get you in my ride
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Yo that girl is good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
'Cause that's my peeps
And we rolls deep
Flyin' with first class New York city
To beat the G
What you know about me?
Not a motherfuckin' thing
That bomber jacket
Sported by my buddies
As for me
Phat Perry shops strike cheap
We be's the baddest clique up on the scene
Ain't you getting bored with these fake-ass stores?
I shows and proves, no doubt
I'll be taking you so
Please excuse if I come across rude
That's just me
That's how rude I got to be
Stay kickin' game with a capital G
Ask the people on my block
I'm as real as can be
Word is bond
Faking moves never been my thing
So Jouby, pass the word
Say you'll rasta law
I'll be sending the call
Let's say around 3:30
I was Smith and Booboo'zzz
It's no diggity
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like, I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Yo that girl looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Writer(s): William Withers, Teddy Riley, Lynise Walters, William Stewart, Richard Vick Iii, Chauncey Hannibal
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