[1st VERSE]
Let me holla at the DJ
Come on DJ put that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay
Everytime you play this record, smell like coochay
Follow dem, screamin like a groupay
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
For them hatas, hatas fuck whatever you say
Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway
I'm just a bad bitch
M-I-S, Miss
I'm gonna keep talkin shit till you get this
I'ma bust up in the club wit no guest list
Them otha artist, I keep em all restless
I don't french kiss, unless it's 50 Cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant
I'm heaven sent now watch how I do this shit
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[CHORUS]
I'm really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
Cuz I'm killin em
[2nd VERSE]
You don't know whatcha talkin bout
You would think I was Sug when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Yall records make a bitch wanna thow em out
And that's no doubt
See I rock bells
Fly as hell and cool as infidels
Baby can't ya tell
I lick my lips like I'm LL
And I'm doin it, and doin it, and doin it well
Straight to the hotel
I'm celibate so, boy, you gets no tail
Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in yo underwear
I play unfair
I'm a hot gal
Hot cars and stars and strip bars
And ain't hot if I'm not there
I'm a true playa
You can find me up in any record store
Hurry up and get here
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[CHORUS]
Look, let me move to the left
Go head, let me feel myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show the DJ how I shake my breast
Jiggle, jiggle, jangle
Watch how my glooty is dangle
I do a 1 2 step, Stop!
No, I ain't done yet
Everybody in the club, go to work
Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
I'm gonna rock to the beat till it hurt
I'm gonna drop it on the streets
Yeah ya heard
Hatas I flip the bird
Got guns, so what, I ain't scurred
I came to boogie and swerve
I ain't lyin folk that's my word