SEX APPEAL

Uh, okay now (oh) Uh, okay now (oh) Uh, yeah, okay now Uh, yeah, okay now This the shit that make you wonder how I do it (yeah, okay now) Taking notes on me, guess you can say I'm schooling (oh, okay now) Never have to flex shit, I never have to prove it (yeah, okay now) Something 'bout my walk and my talk like duh, I do this (okay now) Been popping, been rocking, rock shit Stay glossy, Kelis bossy, boss bitch Fits flawless, team's balling, hotness You girls stalling while I'm too busy getting rich Look at me, I'm super bad Like Jonah hill, get it Superbad Yeah, we BLACKSTARKIDS and we super rad Not a fan us? Let me fix that Your boy over there, yeah, he needs to chill He don't really want it with me for real I'm up for the night, I don't need a pill Don't talk to me unless you got sex appeal Your girl over there, yeah, she needs to chill She don't really want it with me for real I'm up for the night, I don't need a pill Don't talk to me 'less you got sex appeal Just a boy from Japan tryna be the man of the year When I hold your hand, is it weird? If it's not, we should kiss Tell me, what's the plan? Are you here? I want you, come back, if you don't, then it is what it is You leave your number written on the mirror I wanna shoot my shot 'cause you cute, but I ain't tryna miss I'm in my T-shirt and it's white with blue jeans on Don't care 'cause it match with my fit One a.m, we was in the club Two a.m, I was way too drunk Three a.m, it's just you and me What's the mood by four? We gon' have to see You don't really care if I'm showing cash I don't really care if you're shaking– (hey) 'Cause I know everything we need to see Gon' come to the light when she leave with me If you can, you should bring a friend or three 'Cause I'm with Jake Guap and Jerry P (ayo) And none of us know when the world ends So we gon' live for the moment Your dad got cash that he don't spend So tonight, for the boy, you should blow it I might stick to the shots while you ski Tell me what you want 'cause I got what you need Your boy over there, yeah, he needs to chill He don't really want it with me for real I'm up for the night, I don't need a pill Don't talk to me unless you got sex appeal Your girl over there, yeah, she needs to chill She don't really want it with me for real I'm up for the night, I don't need a pill Don't talk to me 'less you got sex appeal Okay now, okay now Okay now, okay now Okay now, okay now It's me, Rob Schneider from "Deuce Bigalow: American Gigolo" And you're listening to CYBERKISS*