Pound the Alarm
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down
Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me Nicki and some call me Roman
Exkeeza, pleeza, i'm in Ibiza
Giuseppe Zanotti, my own sneaker
Sexy, sexy that's all I do
If you need a bad tip
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little many skirts is out
I see some good girls, i'mma turn 'em out
Ok bottle, sip, bottle, dozzle
I'm a bad tip, no muzzle, hey?
Bottle, sip, bottle, dozzle
I'm a bad tip, no muzzle, let's go
Music, makes me, high
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
I wanna do it for the night, night
So get me now, and knock this over
I wanna do it like you like, like
Come get me, baby we're not getting younger
I just want you tonight, night
Baby we won't do it for life
Music, makes me, high
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down
Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me Nicki and some call me Roman
Exkeeza, pleeza, i'm in Ibiza
Giuseppe Zanotti, my own sneaker
Sexy, sexy that's all I do
If you need a bad tip
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little many skirts is out
I see some good girls, i'mma turn 'em out
Ok bottle, sip, bottle, dozzle
I'm a bad tip, no muzzle, hey?
Bottle, sip, bottle, dozzle
I'm a bad tip, no muzzle, let's go
Music, makes me, high
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
I wanna do it for the night, night
So get me now, and knock this over
I wanna do it like you like, like
Come get me, baby we're not getting younger
I just want you tonight, night
Baby we won't do it for life
Music, makes me, high
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Credits
Writer(s): Achraf Jannusi, Rami Yacoub, Nadir Khayat, Carl Anthony Falk, Onika Tanya Maraj, Bilal Hajji
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