Cuban Link, Avant - Comin' Home With Me lyrics

Oh, no it cuban and them

Up in the club with my jewelry
And soon to be up by the bar
Shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed
She's comin' home with me

Me and thugs up in the club like what
And we doing it baby popping bud
Gettin nough groupie love from the ladies
They must of knew who we was cuz
We pulled up in the 'cedes
Princess cuts lookin nuts
Custom jewelry is crazy it's Cuban & AV
Rollin like them dudes in the navy
Keep my tool off of safety case
Some foll try to play me
We the turth, 100 proof
Plus we smoother than Baileys
Recruitin the ladies
Got them haters droolin with rabies
Maybe it's the way I be putting it down
Cuban's in town lookin around
For a shorty good enough to crown
Spotted mami, she's a hotty
Looking good in that gown
At the party pitchin game like
Gooden on the mound
Sugar brown, so astounding
What a sight to see
Got all the other clowns hounding
But she likes my sty' she knows who I be
So she don't need to see ID
Just come with me ma, show you bout that VIP

Up in the club with my jewelry
And soon to be up by the bar cuz it's easy
Now come with me
Shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed
She's comin' home with me
I wanna try to make you mine (wine & dine)
So baby, let me read your mind (she's a dime)
Lookin at that ass from behind
She comin home with, she's comin home with me

Now I been peeping your style
From deep in the crown
You look like you haven't been out
And freaked in a while
So let's go, creep to my house
I sweeten your smile
But, if you seeking for the clout you
Need to see your way out
But no doubt, I'm bout it bout it
You wit it-be proud to shout it
It's on, don't try to fight it
Your body can't no longer hide it
Come on, jump on and ride it
This song's got you excited
I'm known for getting rowdy
We gone off that bacardi
But no- we gon' party and get freaky tonight
Do what you like, shake that body mami
Reach a new height
I know you probably got a man
But he ain't treatin' you right
Cuz if he was- you wouldn't be here tonight
I know your type- you like excitement
Sex with all the passion of fightin
Scratchin and bitin like a
Match against tyson
Action packed like the Clash of the Titans
What I'm packin if frightnin
Have that ass flashin faster than lightnin
Come on

Me and my crew up in the club
And it's ladies night
Drinking, smoking on that bud
And we gettin right
Shorty pulled up to the bar
And she just my type
She don't know it but-she's
Comin' home with me
Now I could tell that she
Likes the player type
Kind of player that could hold her
Down and lay the pipe
All it took was one look
For her to say alright, game is tight
Shorty's comin' home
She's comin' home with me
She wann party with me
Show off her body to me
Drink that Bacardi, smoke that Bob Marley
Shorty's comin' home with me