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"They don't dig the urgency" Okay, so boom like I'm at the bar right, I'm at the club I'm chillin' at the bar I got my drink, you know I drink my Grey Goose So I turn around with my drink in my hand Shorty all over me, you know what I'm sayin? Everybody lookin at my face like "Yo what you gonna do?" you know what I'm sayin? So I'm like, yeah I'm lookin at her and like Woo let me adjust myself She making it hard, I don't trust myself But you throwin' it back, I might bust right here You dancing like you're really tryna fuck right here If you don't feel that roll of quarters Move that bubble back whole at boarder And if you turn around and bend I will show you one and again "Goddamn, what are those 2 midgets in her back pocket?" She said, "Who you know, how you get a .9 in the club?" I said, "That's not a nine ma, that's merely an 8 But if I buy you drink could we go out on a date 'cause you sound like you wasn't born inside the Empire State" She said, "I'm not from here, it's hot in here But you're popular, so I'm not secure" Letras de cancionesEverywhere she was walking dudes was stoppin' her The smoke was irritating to her ocular I said, "Your contacts", she said, "Huh?" "Give me your contact" "I'm going to the bathroom, can you buy me a cognac?" Okay, okay Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy) Baby won't you let me (let me) Baby, oohh, show some secret thangs to you Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy) Baby, won't you let me (let me) Baby, oohh, all the things you want me to I got you Hennessy and coke but shoulda got a diet 'cause if you watching your calories, now where's my hospitality? And if I got it straight shit, what if it's straight? Cause after a couple of those you start to relate She dancin' better than savion, workin' her lady charm Battin' her eyelashes, finaglin' her baby arm And all up in my space, next day I'm on her myspace top eight We contemplating a hot date Got poolside flicks for the cool fly blogs With the rules I kicked about the yuletide logs She like low cut jeans with the real high clogs And dig music so much she got two iPods I'm tryna make it to third base like A-rod Threw a couple of Guinness stout back just to stay So qu'est-ce que c'est, now let's just say I'm tryna get horizontal like yesterday, she say Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy) Baby, won't you let me (let me) Baby, oohh, show some secret thangs to you Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy) Baby, won't you let me (let me) Baby, oohh, all the things you want me to All the things you want me to From Letras Mania