Girl Talk - On and On lyrics

[Girl Talk - On and On lyrics]

Uhh, I go, on and on and on and
Then take her to the crib
And let your bone in
Easy, call em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his PO, uhh
Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh huh)
Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state
"You know what you do to me"
She starts, "Well but I don't usually"
Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I screw
Jeans skirt butt naked it all work

Now, now - we goin' til they kick us out, out
We goin' til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us -

I want the world you want the pussy
I want the pearl i want the life
I want tonight
My fruit's are labor I want 'em ripe
That's right private flight
Money get stacks to the highest height
Better get your math and science right
But I want the drama guiding light
Ii-i want the height but I don't believe it
I want it all but I know I don't need it
Man, I just want whats cool and I want you

Pull over, that ass is too fat
Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat
Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat
That ass is too fat that ass is too fat
C'mon

Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat
Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat
Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat
That ass is too fat that ass is too fat
C'mon that ass too fat
Y'all ready for it yee oww
That ass too fat

Let's go

Hey hey
Hey yeap in the club, seem dead
Niggas can't play with them scared (scared)
Ying yang take it to the head (head)
Bh need a little more bread
Ying Ying Ying Yang
Lookin like a skank cause
She's 'bout that thang
Tap them toes, Smack them hips
The truth from the heel got to pay bills
Big Big Big deal all on the pole on the toes
Smack that honey, make that
Money make that money, jump that dummy
Pretty boy here to say
(say) , all the bills gotta be paid (paid)
In the booty club while you wait (wait)
To his old lady he say he's got to
Wild out (wild out)
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Drunk as fuck wild out (wild out)
Everybody with me everybody with me
Wild out (wild out)
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Drunk as fuck

Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up

Now come and kick it with the Twista
Black Caddy, Mack Daddy
With a hoe up in the back seat
With the '97 pimp flow
Gotta feelin when you smokin
When I flip it to a track speed?
Talkin about a beautiful figure
Astonishing as greek mythology
Body be just like a girl in uh
What's that movie? nevermind
Let me enter your atmosphere
As you enter my world
And lemme touch that booty
I can't believe that your momma that cold
Her daughter got such an astonishing soul
You need a modeling role
Still a playa know you got it
When you climbin from the bottom
To the top of that pole
Cause you can pop and control
Your fatty's so accurate when I'm smackin it
It's makin me say
"What I gotta do to get with that?"
When it come to makin it rain
I can get it wet
When it come to cuttin the monkey
I can get it wet you gone see me to ya baby
You need a better man here come the politics
I'ma be your weatherman
Cause everytime I'm lookin up
And I see your ass i'ma constantly see
Rain in the forcast this-a-way that-a-way
I'm flickin 5, 000 ones
Or whatever you wanna call it
It's a celebration you the champion
Here's the fetti confetti
Come on and get drunk with the money hauler?

Walk, walk fashion baby work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk fashion baby work it
Move that bitch crazy

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