BootyBooty Songtext
von Earlly Mac
BootyBooty Songtext
Yeah
I have dreams of this
Ice pick, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Marques Houston & (Beyoncé)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Yeah)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Right)
As I walk you to the dance floor (Oh)
We begin to dance slow (Yeah)
Put your arms around me, I′m feeling on your booty (Yeah)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Oh, you too?)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Right)
As I walk you to the dance floor (I was thinking the same thing)
We begin to dance slow (Right)
Put your arms around me, I'm feeling on your booty
I say "Uh" when I know, when I think, yeah)
I love it when she barely wear it and her shit be showing
Hit my phone, meet me at my home and we gon′ get to going (Ah, yeah)
I wanna take you out on dates in the latest apparel
Big Merle rock your world 'til you
Don't know the date, for real (Facts)
Made a quarter, had to add a dime, lift the Benz, then put it down
Had to do it all while I′m 29
She played Drake 30 times, tryna dirty whine
Mix the purple up with the merlot ′
Cause she want dirty wine (Dirty wine)
Why the hell your baby daddy stale?
'Cause he thought that he can only crack you out your outer shell?
′Cause I'm richer and fresher than talc and powder smell
When really though, he the ho like a half an hour, yeah
This is my song for real, no doubt (I said, uh, yeah)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (When
Really though, he the ho like a half an hour)
As I walk you to the dance floor (First
Two letters in "ours," H-O, that′s "ho")
We begin to dance slow (You know what I'm saying?)
Put your arms around me, I′m feeling on your booty (Yeah)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Yeah)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Yeah)
As I walk you to the dance floor (Cuz the
Trap did the street, I coulda hit the beat)
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me, I'm feeling on your booty
Niggas talking slick, niggas tweak, one day we gon' meet)
Buy her Louis, fill her Louis and feel on her booty
Yes or no, is y′all fucking or still watching a movie? (Watching)
It ain′t no amount of money that I wouldn't spend
A million dollar pile is like a mountain, I′ma take you skiing (Wee)
Muy bien that you only got volcano friends
I can be your mejor friend, chico friend, next of kin
Expedite everything you vision to come to fruition
Pull a mink out a mink hat, you with the magician
[Chorus: Marques Houston & (Beyoncé)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Yeah)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Yeah)
As I walk you to the dance floor (Oh)
We begin to dance slow (Oh)
Put your arms around me, I'm feeling on your booty (Booty)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Feel no doubt)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Right)
As I walk you to the dance floor (I was
Making her feel thugged out, you feel me?)
We begin to dance slow (Oh, you too?)
Put your arms around me, I′m feeling on your booty (Yeah, facts)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Booty, your booty)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Your booty, your booty)
As I walk you to the dance floor (Your booty, your booty)
We begin to dance slow (Your booty, your booty)
Put your arms around me, I'm feeling on your booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty, booty, booty)
I have dreams of this
Ice pick, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Marques Houston & (Beyoncé)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Yeah)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Right)
As I walk you to the dance floor (Oh)
We begin to dance slow (Yeah)
Put your arms around me, I′m feeling on your booty (Yeah)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Oh, you too?)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Right)
As I walk you to the dance floor (I was thinking the same thing)
We begin to dance slow (Right)
Put your arms around me, I'm feeling on your booty
I say "Uh" when I know, when I think, yeah)
I love it when she barely wear it and her shit be showing
Hit my phone, meet me at my home and we gon′ get to going (Ah, yeah)
I wanna take you out on dates in the latest apparel
Big Merle rock your world 'til you
Don't know the date, for real (Facts)
Made a quarter, had to add a dime, lift the Benz, then put it down
Had to do it all while I′m 29
She played Drake 30 times, tryna dirty whine
Mix the purple up with the merlot ′
Cause she want dirty wine (Dirty wine)
Why the hell your baby daddy stale?
'Cause he thought that he can only crack you out your outer shell?
′Cause I'm richer and fresher than talc and powder smell
When really though, he the ho like a half an hour, yeah
This is my song for real, no doubt (I said, uh, yeah)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (When
Really though, he the ho like a half an hour)
As I walk you to the dance floor (First
Two letters in "ours," H-O, that′s "ho")
We begin to dance slow (You know what I'm saying?)
Put your arms around me, I′m feeling on your booty (Yeah)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Yeah)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Yeah)
As I walk you to the dance floor (Cuz the
Trap did the street, I coulda hit the beat)
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me, I'm feeling on your booty
Niggas talking slick, niggas tweak, one day we gon' meet)
Buy her Louis, fill her Louis and feel on her booty
Yes or no, is y′all fucking or still watching a movie? (Watching)
It ain′t no amount of money that I wouldn't spend
A million dollar pile is like a mountain, I′ma take you skiing (Wee)
Muy bien that you only got volcano friends
I can be your mejor friend, chico friend, next of kin
Expedite everything you vision to come to fruition
Pull a mink out a mink hat, you with the magician
[Chorus: Marques Houston & (Beyoncé)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Yeah)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Yeah)
As I walk you to the dance floor (Oh)
We begin to dance slow (Oh)
Put your arms around me, I'm feeling on your booty (Booty)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Feel no doubt)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Right)
As I walk you to the dance floor (I was
Making her feel thugged out, you feel me?)
We begin to dance slow (Oh, you too?)
Put your arms around me, I′m feeling on your booty (Yeah, facts)
This is my song for real, no doubt (Booty, your booty)
Feel it just making me feel thugged out (Your booty, your booty)
As I walk you to the dance floor (Your booty, your booty)
We begin to dance slow (Your booty, your booty)
Put your arms around me, I'm feeling on your booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty, booty, booty)
Writer(s): Earl Taylor, Bradley Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

