bubble gum

(If you want to party)
(Mmm, take it to the club)
Take it to the back with the yayo and cognac

Got my top hat
And my fur coat
Got some candy cane
Pocket full of C-notes
Yea, I skip the line
Past them dime-a-dozen bros
Slide to the powder room
Lines goin' up my nose
Bust down the stall door
Now I'm on the dance floor
Automatically ecstatic
Lookin' for a real score
I suddenly see
Sammy Q's kind of freak
Pop, lockin' and droppin
That big ol' donkey to the beat
(Mmm, oh yeah)

She got the rhythm
She got the right moves
Pop it like some bubblegum
Showin' off them tattoos
She loves to party
Oh yea, she know she bad
Rollin' that body
Harder than a triple stack

You don't need nobody
But you want one for the night
The feeling's mutual and
You know I can treat ya right
Your fit figure's illuminated
By the moving lights
Relaxed and waxed and
Feelin' vodka, cranberry and Sprite
Back that ass up on me
Do the hot washing machine
Oh, this is your palace
And you are the dancing queen
With the moves you got, so clean
I mean it's hard not to be seen
Makin' the other ladies jealous
Never running out of steam

We got some chemistry
Your bedroom eyes lookin' at me
Pull me closer, raise your arms up
And you tell me youse a freak

Take it to the back with the yayo and cognac
Take it to the back with the yayo and cognac
Take it to the back with the yayo and cognac
Take it to the back with the yayo and cognac
(Yeah you know youse a freak)

She got the rhythm
She got the right moves
Pop it like some bubblegum
Showin' off them tattoos
She loves to party
Oh yea, she know she bad
Rollin' that body
Harder than a triple stack



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