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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Lead Vocals
Ricco Barrino
Ricco Barrino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Cordale Quinn
Cordale Quinn
Songwriter
Kassim Washington
Kassim Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Elliott Carter
Elliott Carter
Recording Engineer
Lil C
Lil C
Producer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer

Testi

Hey Hey Hey Hey Damn shawty Look at you I'm saying man. Is it just me or you got too much ass in them jeans? Come here. Hey I been watchin' you a while now And I just wanna find a way to make you smile now. Why you blushin'? Forget about them other guys now I know you ain't tryin' to tell me that you shy now I realize that you're beauty could intimidate Them suckers you ain't got no business with them anyway With such a, pretty face big booty, little waistline. I wanna grind from behind to the bass line. Have a great time, pull yourself a shot girl Chase it with the lime, now you feeling like a hot girl I know you're probably used to deal with them wannabe's But honestly I gotta say, I'm who they wanna be. I promise all I wanna see is you up under me And we can disappear whenever, when you wanna leave I could guarantee the ride of your life. Any fantasies on your mind? We can try them tonight. Oh yeah sittin' here I'm lookin' at you like damn We sippin' on Patrón, something's on my mind You wanna leave with me tonight It's been killin' me all night long, and I wonder Listen shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin' 'bout Oh girl I wonder For real shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin' 'bout It's the end of the night, and I'm thinkin' you might Wanna leave the bar, park the car, turn into porn star. Yes, I'd love to hear about your interests I gotta say, your intellect got me impressed See your [...] through your dress like a silhouette. Patrón got me thinkin' sex, is you feelin' that? No disrespect, though A simple yes/no Hey let yourself let go, shawty let's go Pull you to the crib, get you through the threshold Kiss you from your pretty lips till your red toes Time tickin' it's the end of the night And you could leave with your friend if you like But I'm saying no Hey we could ride out Back to my house I wanna see you satisfied inside out Once I'm in you ain't gon' want me to slide out You tell your girlfriends they gon' wanna try out A little more of this will loosen you up What we can't do in the club we can do in the truck. Oh yeah sittin' here I'm lookin' at you like damn We sippin' on Patrón, something's on my mind You wanna leave with me tonight It's been killin' me all night long, and I wonder Listen shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin' 'bout Oh girl I wonder For real shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin' 'bout It's the end of the night, and I'm thinkin' you might Wanna leave the bar, park the car, turn into porn star. Hey would you... stay? Could you... play with it, with your tongue just a... little? You such a sexy individual physical and mental And if it's sentimental shouldn't rules bend a little Hey let me start at the top stop in the middle use a popsicle Make you shiver giggle when it tickle I could talk to you dirty if you like that I finish once, hit a blun, start right back I know you told me you a good girl But shawty you's grown woman not a little girl You could blame it on the patron or the champagne But sometimes being bad could be a good thing. Oh yeah sittin' here I'm lookin' at you like damn We sippin' on Patrón, something's on my mind You wanna leave with me tonight It's been killin' me all night long, and I wonder Listen shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin' 'bout Oh girl I wonder For real shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin' 'bout It's the end of the night, and I'm thinkin' you might Wanna leave the bar, park the car, turn into porn star. Oh yeah sittin' here We sippin' on patron, something's on my mind It's been killin' me all night long, and I wonder Oh girl I wonder It's the end of the night, and I'm thinking you might Wanna leave the bar, park the car, turn into a porn star.
Writer(s): Darwin Cordale Quinn, Clifford J. Harris, Kassim Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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