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Ri-ri-right
Ri-ri-right
Ri-ri-right
Ri-ri-right
You got me on point like Arthur
No Excalibur, hey Mrs. Parker
She got me staring like that
Picking up the newspaper, the ass so fat
In fact, the ass so fat
It look like a bumble bee might have come and stung that
Allergic react, make your heart pitter-pat
Enough to give a young man a heart attack
I got my shell toes on
We can rock steady 'til you m-m-moan
Give you crazy legs, now you can't walk home
Give you creamy spots like the blow out comb
Sip Remy straight, 14 shots to the dome
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, you know the song
And if you don't, that's a prophylac'
Magnum XLs, we gon' need the whole pack
You got your Marc Jacob bag and you're Fendi looking (ri-ri-right)
Girl, you're hot as can be
You keep it hood, never preppy, even step in it Giuseppi (ri-ri-right)
That's the shit to me
You wear sweats if you want, Yves Saint Laurents (ri-ri-right)
Either way you're so sexy
And if you got a man and he not treating you (ri-ri-right)
You need to get with me
Get with me
Mi casa, su casa
Get with me
You proper, fly as a fly saucer
Baby, get with me
It'll be nice, like dinner by candle lights
Get with me
Yeah
Right, right, oh
Okay, that should be enough to get 'em
Get 'em all wet like the sprinklers done hit 'em
Then I slide right in 'em like a comfy pair of denim
You never get bored once you get aboard
You get addicted, how I lick it, have to check in Betty Ford
Just to try and quit him but you still can't forget 'em
You can't let me go
I'm in your dreams, on the screen and the radio
You got your Marc Jacob bag and you're Fendi looking (ri-ri-right)
Girl, you're hot as can be
You keep it hood, never preppy, even step in it Giuseppi (ri-ri-right)
That's the shit to me
You wear sweats if you want, Yves Saint Laurents (ri-ri-right)
Either way you're so sexy
And if you got a man and he not treating you (ri-ri-right)
You need to get with me
I'm the super phenomenal, tingle your abdominal
Somebody do it better than me, that's improbable
The truth's not arguable, your proof's not logical
Let's face it, I'm the shit, girl
Got my mind in the gutter, Das EFX straight from the sewer
Got sex on my mind, really tryna get to ya
So come get near me
Got my eye on your thigh and your low end theory
You're used to the lames, you're used to the games
But I ain't playing games 'less it's PS3
And I ain't dropping names tryna impress you
You can call me a lie but you know it's the truth
So before you catch a 'tude and you walk away
Telling me you got a man like I'm Positive K
Choose wisely or regret this day
You could have been the one, I'mma blame it on fate
You got your Marc Jacob bag and you're Fendi looking (ri-ri-right)
Girl, you're hot as can be
You keep it hood, never preppy, even step in it Giuseppi (ri-ri-right)
That's the shit to me
You wear sweats if you want, Yves Saint Laurents (ri-ri-right)
Either way you're so sexy
And if you got a man and he not treating you (ri-ri-right)
You need to get with me
Get with me
Get with me
Baby, get with me
Get with me
Right, right, oh