You're all dressed up, and nowhere to be Like beating drums, your heart never sleeps We've been dancing all night, dancing machine From the club to the floor, to your limousine Ooh-ooh-ooh
I love all your nuances, I love all your nuances Forgive me if I'm too honest girl that booty humongous baby you must do lunges And up top two congas, girl you rarer than a blue comet I'ma, keep it a million like two commas I wanna beat it up like Ali, Muhammad Girl you're too dope, you're too chronic, you keep it two hundred Two piece, that's two freaks, that's two gins and two tonics Who run it, No Genre you dumby She love the whole crew so she payed the crew homage Smelling like new money, new money Kl to Joburg we just played a few countries Get out your seat hit the floor put your groove on it girl
You're all dressed up, and nowhere to be Like beating drums, your heart never sleeps We've been dancing all night, dancing machine From the club to the floor, to your limousine Ooh-ooh-ooh
What you looking for? Party girl, you want it girl You run yo mouth, not hooking up And put it down we go see What you really bout?
One time, hit you with it one time No strings attached but you tongue tied Give me my guitar g string Imma strum She gon need a salon Ay back it up, see the rum dry She gonna get deep like the dumb kind She brought a lil tree like bonsai She gon learn today, I'm the alumni Ay shes a drug that I've taken so much of So much of, I could barely get a buzz off a pub A puff ain't enough, looking for a substance to touch Or a substance [?] in this club Heat it up till you blush Feel the rush feel the rush Is it love is it lust? Ill be the judge Give ya body a rub
You're all dressed up, and nowhere to be Like beating drums, your heart never sleeps We've been dancing all night, dancing machine From the club to the floor, to your limousine Ooh-ooh-ooh
Compositor: Bobby Ray Simmons Jr ECAD: Obra #13280516