Go Girl - Sped Up

What would the music be without sounds
Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull
Let's show em' how we get down

I party like a rockstar
I look like a movie star
I play like an all star
I fuck like a pornstar
Baby, I'm a superstar
Always posted at the bar
Always wit' a couple bars
Maybe I'm just dat dat raw

Dawg check da resume
I hit somethin' everyday
Ask about me n' dey'll say
That chicko run MIA

Pitbull, young boss, that's fire
Go girl wear it out, 'til your tired
Just tryin' to pay tuition, liar
My corner is like HBO's wire
So please don't play no games
And baby don't say no names
And we can do this one more again
Next time you can bring your friends

So go get your friends
And I get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend
We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She's on my top eight
I bagged her off of my space

Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Shake dem dice and roll 'em
Shake dem dice and roll 'em
When they ask you whats dat dance
You say dat's the hustle man

Girl, I wanna know your name
Girl, who you be?
Don't care wif' who you came
As long as you leave wit' me
What you sippin' on?
I'll buy you a drink
Get you in them shiny things
Yeah grill be pink

I see those Jimmy Choos (uhun)
Those Vera Wangs (uhun)
I love the way you work (uhun)
Girl, do your thing
You see my stunna shades
I'm like a star
My click is full of ballers
We at the bar

So go get your friends
And I get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend
We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She's on my top eight
I bagged her off of my space

Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Shake dem dice and roll 'em
Shake dem dice and roll 'em
When they ask you whats dat dance
You say dat's the hustle man

Diamond princess
I make 'em burst quick (I make 'em burst quick)
Man I back it up (man I back it up)
Like a Mack Truck
Don't talk about it boy (don't talk about it boy)
Be about it boy (be about it)

I got them girls, boy (I got them girls, boy)
Turn out your girls, boy (turn out your girls, boy)
Just talking freak nigga
I'm talking freaky shit
'Cause I'm a freaky bitch

So go get your friends
And I get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend
We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She's on my top eight
I bagged her off of myspace

Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Shake dem dice and roll 'em
Shake dem dice and roll 'em
When they ask you whats dat dance
You say dat's the hustle man

Y'all ready for this



Credits
Writer(s): David Bowen-petterson, Kenneth Coby, Armando Christian Perez, Richard Graham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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