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Simmer down lemme nurture the backside It's so important to me She do me many sexual favours I fell in love with the cake Don't ya know I'm a five star youngfella? (ooh) Hit the floor and get funky (hit the floor) I never need no funding (never need that) I get cash in abundance, I got cash in abundance (cash flow) Ah ah Big mula mantra (big mula baby) Everybody calling me friend now, sorry friend you're a chancer Soon as I win they call me, women they on me (brrp brrp) But they just gon' betray me, so fucking get off me (get off) Ah ah I dicked her down she want seconds (ooh) Sorry love I been meaning to tell ya, ya fell in love with a menace Call me number on any occasion, we can make an arrangement Babygirl you're the one that I need, I been waiting for ages Hands up and c'mon get with it (get with it, get with it, get with it) Pump the brakes I'm not finished (I'll bring ya home in a minute) Shake the hips and the back door, shake the hips and the back door Anymore lip and you've got to go (go, go, go) Hands up and c'mon get with it (get with it, get with it, get with it) Pump the brakes I'm not finished (I'll bring ya home in a minute) Shake the hips and the back door, shake the hips and the back door Anymore lip and you've got to go (go, go, go) Simmer down lemme nurture the backside It's so important to me She do me many sexual favours I fell in love with the disco disco, unts unts (disco disco) I fell in love with the disco disco, unts unts (hit the floor, get funky, flick that) Pump it, hand full of bumbles, I got the party jumping Enter the place and pump it, hit the floor and get funky Disco disco disco disco (giddyup) I forgot her name but big fake rack is the number she saved under Looks good with her makeup on, ya don't wanna see her with her makeup off Oh baby That MUA's working miracles Baby meet me on the dancefloor Ain't got no time for no slumber She called me every name under the sun except for babe and daddy I don't wan' end up a baby daddy, dunno bout you I'm a hustler (You in da lobby) She took it back to the hotel There ain't no way I can go to bed with you You got no funds for that, I get paid for that, Male jigalo no shame in that Money packed up in a paper bag, Okay lemme see, ya can't leave until I count my stack (Hands up and c'mon get with it) From the front, to the front, to the back From the front, to the front, to the back From the front, to the front, to the back From the front, to the front, to the back From the front, to the front, to the back Hands up and c'mon get with it (get with it, get with it, get with it) Pump the brakes I'm not finished (I'll bring ya home in a minute) Shake the hips and the back door, shake the hips and the back door Anymore lip and you've got to go (go, go, go)
Writer(s): Casey Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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