| Lyrics: | [Timbaland]
Uh, feel me, to all the women across the world, we can't diss y'all
We gotta
love ya, that's real, uh
[Timbaland]
To all my ladies in lingerie, never under
age
Who stay gettin paid, who like to take trips where the sun is shade
To my women who love
to ball out
And spend all that money 'til ya all out
I feel like a pimp with a different
pimp game, with a different pimp name
With a little pimp fame
I'm loaded with cash, loaded
with class, loaded with a lot of things
Even got a gat loaded for that ass
I love my mind,
love my soul, love my body
I don't drink or smoke that's why I love my body
You might catch
me chillin with a little short hottie
With a little piercing on her body
Yes, I get it
poppin, 'specially overseas
Japenese girls even love my beat
They say, "Timbaland's we love
you
We love the dope things that you do"
Even in London they say, "Tim, we love ya"
They
even call me things like wicked and the f'n governer
That's why I can't forget y'all
That's
why I had to make this roll call, uh
[Tweet]
This here's for one and all
It's so
good to feel all a y'all, oooh
Make that move and just ball out, oooh
Life's too short for
some time out, oooh
This here's for one and all
It's so good to feel all a y'all,
oooh
Make that move and just ball out, oooh
Life's too short for some time out,
oooh
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Back when shorty cherished the thing, yo, time was frequently saved
For us
stoppin and whiskey poppin to the Marvin and Gaye
(Sonny, don't plan tomorrow but live for
today)
(Sonny, here's a quarter for that groovy arcade)
From Cool J to Kane dawg, we changin
the game
So graphic with things, Pac-Ma |
