Go-Get-Her
wanna get her, get her... go get her
Been jockin' since I first met her, nobody does it mo'-better
Is she wit it, wit it... come get it
Her man don't know how to hit it, so take it or fo-forget it
I'm steppin' to you with my game strong
Remain calm, I see your man but he be doin' wrong
A sad song, so I... creep from the back, and I... put down the mack
Do I... know how to work it, you ain't heard... that's a fact
Got the city on lock, yo believe it or not
But I can be the one to ice you out, from bottom to top
Now bling bling, listen to the words that I sing
I'm only talkin' 'bout a fling, I never mentioned a ring... oh no!
B-SECTION:
Wanna get you on the floor... little bump-n-grind, make ya beg for more
Back to the crib for the after show... make ya ride that thang like a rodeo
(Uh) Wanna be the one to turn you on... make it feel so right, that it can't be wrong
Not tryin' to be around for very long... if you ain't 'bout that, better move along
Ooh shorty get on down... Drop that thang down to the ground
Pick it up - pick it up, shake it all around... Then turn that bootie round and round
Oh, oh, oh... oh, oh, oh... I... just... just wanna get with you!
You're lookin' at me with those pretty eyes
And thick thighs, make a player wanna fantasize
I realize, that you... got what I want, and you... got what I need
So you... go tell your girls you're comin' home with me
Don't wanna be the one to keep ya for life (naw)
Ain't gonna be the one to make ya my wife (uh-uh)
I wanna be the one, that ya kinda like
And you think about, when he starts a fight
Better call me up, it'll be alright
Cuz I'll break you off, all through the night (c'mon)
B-SECTION
Ooh-ah, let it flow... You're lookin' good, from head to toe
Come my way, now we're good to go... No doubt you got me hot for sure
Ha-ha... hey yo Sol, take me to the!
(You could) Hit me off, when he's outta town
I can be the one to never let you down
(You could) drop by when ya leave the club
Go up the stairs, break you off like what (uh)
Or call him up, say you won't be home
Say your girlfriends faded, can't drive alone
Girl it really don't matter what'cha gotta do
Cuz I just... just wanna get with you!
Been jockin' since I first met her, nobody does it mo'-better
Is she wit it, wit it... come get it
Her man don't know how to hit it, so take it or fo-forget it
I'm steppin' to you with my game strong
Remain calm, I see your man but he be doin' wrong
A sad song, so I... creep from the back, and I... put down the mack
Do I... know how to work it, you ain't heard... that's a fact
Got the city on lock, yo believe it or not
But I can be the one to ice you out, from bottom to top
Now bling bling, listen to the words that I sing
I'm only talkin' 'bout a fling, I never mentioned a ring... oh no!
B-SECTION:
Wanna get you on the floor... little bump-n-grind, make ya beg for more
Back to the crib for the after show... make ya ride that thang like a rodeo
(Uh) Wanna be the one to turn you on... make it feel so right, that it can't be wrong
Not tryin' to be around for very long... if you ain't 'bout that, better move along
Ooh shorty get on down... Drop that thang down to the ground
Pick it up - pick it up, shake it all around... Then turn that bootie round and round
Oh, oh, oh... oh, oh, oh... I... just... just wanna get with you!
You're lookin' at me with those pretty eyes
And thick thighs, make a player wanna fantasize
I realize, that you... got what I want, and you... got what I need
So you... go tell your girls you're comin' home with me
Don't wanna be the one to keep ya for life (naw)
Ain't gonna be the one to make ya my wife (uh-uh)
I wanna be the one, that ya kinda like
And you think about, when he starts a fight
Better call me up, it'll be alright
Cuz I'll break you off, all through the night (c'mon)
B-SECTION
Ooh-ah, let it flow... You're lookin' good, from head to toe
Come my way, now we're good to go... No doubt you got me hot for sure
Ha-ha... hey yo Sol, take me to the!
(You could) Hit me off, when he's outta town
I can be the one to never let you down
(You could) drop by when ya leave the club
Go up the stairs, break you off like what (uh)
Or call him up, say you won't be home
Say your girlfriends faded, can't drive alone
Girl it really don't matter what'cha gotta do
Cuz I just... just wanna get with you!
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Roman, Raymond Alexander Cham, Lincoln Chase, Manfred Mohr, Shirley Elliston
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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