Tytuł: Holla back

• Wykonawca: Eightball
• Wyświetleń: 258

  
   [Verse 1]
  Yeah
  Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat
  I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap
  In ya face,breath stink, you can't think
  He wanna take you home cause you bought you a drink
  It's a trip, but don't trip
  Come flip
  Wit this big 'ol playboy
  That's only if
  Ya down
  Ya wit it wit it,let's hit the city
  Come roll wit it
  And you ain't got to spend a penny
  In ya fendy outfit
  It's so tight
  You so right
  I wanna kick it wit you all night
  Hope you
  Like me like that
  I know I
  Can make you come right back
  A girl like you can get me on the right track
  Hold up, forget I even said that
  Wassup mama, you know where my head's at
  Take ya time, when you ready baby holla back
  
  [Chorus]
  Since I saw you
  I've only want to just to know you
  Give you the best of me
  I employ you
  But I won't play no fool to adore you
  Could you holla back at me
  
  [Verse 2]
  Let's take a trip, lets get away, a few days
  To a beach house,champagne everyday
  Hot sand between ya toes
  Ya skin smell sweet ma, just like a rose
  I wanna get to know you better
  Let's take a stroll
  Forget about that club hoppin
  That shit is old
  Me and you connectin' from the soul
  Make love with protection
  That's how it goes(Since I saw you)
  Wanna be, wit you
  Tell me what you wanna do
  Keep it hot, and I can keep it brand new
  Feel me, and I'ma try to feel you
  Wake up in the morning and see the real you
  Hope we can stay on the same page
  Hope we make love every single day
  Don't-we-got-this-now
  All you need to do is holla at me
  
  [Chorus]
  Since I saw you
  I've only want just to know you
  Give you the best of me
  I employ you
  But I won't play no fool to adore you
  Could you holla back at me
  
  [Verse 3]
  Baby girl
  Hot girl
  My girl
  Fa sho girl
  We can make this me and yo' world
  Don't stop
  Make it hit the floor girl
  The more you do it
  I love it even more girl
  Got me talking 'bout you all in my flow girl
  Got me lookin for you all at my show girl
  Don't think, I can take it any mo'
  Don't know why I'm trippin',baby I got plenty mo'
  Dime pieces, but one like you
  I can't explain this thing that I'm going through
  Something that you doing got me comin back ma
  Take my number, when you ready holla back
  
  [Chorus] - repeat 2X
  
  {*ad libs until the end*}