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INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Chant
Kevin McCall
Kevin McCall
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Paroles/Composition
Kevin McCall
Kevin McCall
Paroles/Composition
Amber Streeter
Amber Streeter
Paroles/Composition
C. Whitacre
C. Whitacre
Paroles/Composition
Justin Henderson
Justin Henderson
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Bereal, Jr.
Joseph Bereal, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tha Bizness
Tha Bizness
Production
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jesus Garnica
Jesus Garnica
Production
Doug Or1gin Geikie
Doug Or1gin Geikie
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Trehy Harris
Trehy Harris
Assistance d’ingénierie

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Tha Biz, Tha Bizness Take it off, I wanna love you And e'rybody wanna touch you You movin' right, wanna see what's up under Then back it up, beep beep like a trucker Nice thighs, nice waist And you know I can't forget about your face But don't none of that matter I'm about to make your pockets fatter Girl, I just wanna see you strip, right now 'Cause it's late, late, babe Girl, I just wanna see you strip Girl, take your time with it Girl I just wanna see you strip Goddamn, you sexy (For me) Goddamn, you sexy (Baby) Goddamn, you sexy (Oh-oh) Girl, I just wanna see you Got my shades on, with my Js on In the club with a pocket full of ones This girl, booty outta control Then she go up and down the pole Which one I'ma take home? (Take home) Get my freak on (Freak on) If you ain't freakin', we ain't speakin' You think I'm playin'? No, I'm not Let me see you back it up and drop Yeah, I wanna see your legs in the air Baby, don't worry about your hair All those tracks I don't give a damn about that In the club, they play my song Turn it up, play it all night long If you think you can, and you know you can I'ma give you all my money, money, money Girl, I just wanna see you strip, right now 'Cause it's late, babe Girl, I just wanna see you strip Girl, take your time with it Girl, I just wanna see you strip Goddamn, you sexy (For me) Goddamn, you sexy (Baby) Goddamn, you sexy (Oh-oh) Girl, I just wanna see you Pants, shirt, you can take it off Panties, bra, you can take it off Red bottom heels, you can take 'em Wait, wait, leave 'em on, 'cause I like my woman tall Got a hot momma, you're hotter than a sauna (Sauna) I wanna peel 'em clothes off your body like a banana (Like a banana) The only reason I dress you in that designer (Why you do that?) Is to get you out that Dolce and Gabbana I throw this money up, she watch it all fall Toot that thang up, pop it for a boss Anything you wanting baby, you can have it all Starting with my last name, now they call you Mrs. Mccall Girl, I just wanna see you strip, right now 'Cause it's late, babe Girl, I just wanna see you strip Girl, take your time with it Girl I just wanna see you strip Goddamn, you sexy (For me) Goddamn, you sexy (Baby) Goddamn, you sexy (Oh-oh) Girl, I just wanna see you, see you, see you
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Christopher John Whitacre, Justin Keith Henderson, Amber Denise Streeter, Kevin L. Mccall, Joseph A. Bereal Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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