| Lyrics: | Music..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
I met him in the
Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona
Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky call me
Madonna
Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah
Make him sing high sopran-ah,
AHHHHHHHH!!
Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky
Baby what you gon' get me, is some
rings for my lil' pinkie
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Make me all weak and
tired, mmhmmm..
[Timbaland Missy]
1 - You got ta.. (scream)
If you up in the
club, you think you tearin it up
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
Well pour most of the liquor,
then you watchin people buzz
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
If you from out of town, you
think you're holdin it down
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
You got ta.. you got
ta..
[Missy]
He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico
Freakin up in
the Nico, my ego got really negro
Throw the heat throw heat be bold, though I'm like dice in
cee-lo
Makin heads scream and moan, AHHHHH!!! Send 'em back home
Boy is really worth it,
just to get dirty dirty
Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry
Money will
multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Get me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
Repeat
1
[Missy]
He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me
a drink
six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari
Shit what a deal word up, how much it cost
now
Shit what the deal word up how much it cost
Play your position listen, where is your pot
to piss in
'Fore we start really kissin, hot as freaky kitchen
Hey what the deal word up how
much it cost now
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
Repeat 1-a |
