Ribbon
She got a song request, left her booth, went to ask the DJ
She the prettiest out the bunch it must be her birthday (Girl, happy birth-)
She got her face all caked
Ribbon on her chest, waiting for you to come say it to her
Sending her my best wishes
She really standing out in that shiny white dress she has on
(All eyes on you, now you staring right back at me)
Stepping towards you, she caught the rhythm now she follow my groove
The next man tryna copy my moves
She say her bunda real but that can't be true, no
Oh, now she tryna get lit, point her finger to the bartender
She screaming out loud she only drink tequila
(Shot, shot, shot)
She take it to the face
(Shot, shot, shot)
She take it with no chase
(Shot, shot, shot)
She hand 'em to her friends
(Shot, shot)
She finesse 'em off of another man
(All eyes on you, now you staring right back at me)
That '42 get her kinda tipsy
Confidence on high, she feel a little sexy
Hit the dance floor, show 'em how you get busy
C'mon, show 'em how you get busy
Another song request, took a shot, went to ask the DJ
She the prettiest out the bunch it must be her birthday (Girl, happy birth-)
She got her face all caked
Ribbon on her chest, waiting for you to come say it to her
Sending her my best wishes
She really standing out in that shiny white dress she has on
(All eyes on you, now you staring right back at me)
Stepping towards you, she caught the rhythm now she follow my groove
The next man tryna copy my moves
She say her bunda real but that can't be true, no
Oh, now she tryna get lit, point her finger to the bartender
She screaming out loud she only sip on vodka
(Shot, shot, shot)
She take it to the face
(Shot, shot, shot)
She take it with no chase
(Shot, shot, shot)
She hand 'em to her friends
(Shot, shot)
She finesse 'em off of another man
(All eyes on you, now you staring right back at me)
That Grey Goose get her kinda tipsy
Confidence on high, she feel a little sexy
Hit the dance floor, show 'em how you get busy
C'mon, show 'em how you get busy
She danced all night to this song
She danced to this song all night
She danced all night to this song
She danced to this song all night
She danced all night to this song
She danced to this song all night
Ooh Ooh
(Girl, happy birth-)
She the prettiest out the bunch it must be her birthday (Girl, happy birth-)
She got her face all caked
Ribbon on her chest, waiting for you to come say it to her
Sending her my best wishes
She really standing out in that shiny white dress she has on
(All eyes on you, now you staring right back at me)
Stepping towards you, she caught the rhythm now she follow my groove
The next man tryna copy my moves
She say her bunda real but that can't be true, no
Oh, now she tryna get lit, point her finger to the bartender
She screaming out loud she only drink tequila
(Shot, shot, shot)
She take it to the face
(Shot, shot, shot)
She take it with no chase
(Shot, shot, shot)
She hand 'em to her friends
(Shot, shot)
She finesse 'em off of another man
(All eyes on you, now you staring right back at me)
That '42 get her kinda tipsy
Confidence on high, she feel a little sexy
Hit the dance floor, show 'em how you get busy
C'mon, show 'em how you get busy
Another song request, took a shot, went to ask the DJ
She the prettiest out the bunch it must be her birthday (Girl, happy birth-)
She got her face all caked
Ribbon on her chest, waiting for you to come say it to her
Sending her my best wishes
She really standing out in that shiny white dress she has on
(All eyes on you, now you staring right back at me)
Stepping towards you, she caught the rhythm now she follow my groove
The next man tryna copy my moves
She say her bunda real but that can't be true, no
Oh, now she tryna get lit, point her finger to the bartender
She screaming out loud she only sip on vodka
(Shot, shot, shot)
She take it to the face
(Shot, shot, shot)
She take it with no chase
(Shot, shot, shot)
She hand 'em to her friends
(Shot, shot)
She finesse 'em off of another man
(All eyes on you, now you staring right back at me)
That Grey Goose get her kinda tipsy
Confidence on high, she feel a little sexy
Hit the dance floor, show 'em how you get busy
C'mon, show 'em how you get busy
She danced all night to this song
She danced to this song all night
She danced all night to this song
She danced to this song all night
She danced all night to this song
She danced to this song all night
Ooh Ooh
(Girl, happy birth-)
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Ekwandja
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