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点击复制Love Or Something (Explicit) - Buddy
Written by：Simmie Sims III/Louis Kevin Celestin
Ooh hell yeah
Let's toast to the niggas that do the most
Shout out to my ni**a Buddy you know my boy Zeemy in here
They let me get a feature on this motherf**ker but
I want y'all to call Buddy and thank him personally for me
His numer is 310
Aye ni**a hell nah no way ni**a
You better not
Hello hey baby what's your name
I am Buddy only reason why you came
Okay today me and you gon' do our thing
Oh sh*t my bad know I'm moving hella fast
Just get your a** off the wall and on the damn dance floor
You dig let me take another sip
Watch how I jig look at my feet when I dance
Hold on hold up DJ play that sh*t again
Wait up slow down got my left hand on your butt
Alright come on go and have another drink with me
Pouring up a double shot of the Hennessy
Once I get you in my ride we gon' be all night
'Fore we take it outside
Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya a**
Think I'm falling in love or something
Baby girl just dance
We gon' get into it
Let me fill up your glass
And we gon' get drunk and f**k tonight
It was all so sudden
Thirty five models they was all so stunning
Running out of bottles I got five more coming
Let me settle down I need to mind my budget
Better yet f**k it cop it all put it on my visa
I just wanna make you mine baby girl I need you
On the floor we getting down bumping and grinding
Spin your body all around baby we gliding
Let me stop it I should focus on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain gotta get the money
Finna cop a new ring just a lil' something
Show these b**ches I ain't playing oh that ni**a buddy
Back up on his sh*t again then I hit my dougie
See your boy glistening rain snow or sunny
Young ni**a get it in
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping I ain't tripping
Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya a**
Think I'm falling in love or something
Aye I said hands high
Then the sun put them hands up
Hoes hoes in here gon' give it up
Whoa smoking on w**d when we come through
No we don't give a f**k ni**a f**k you
Friends drunk too much we been turning up
Aye we ain't even done we ain't had enough
Damn everyone here only want one thing
All we wanna do baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya a**
Think I'm falling in love or something
Baby girl just dance
We gon' get into it
Let me fill up your glass
And we gon' get drunk and f**k tonight
Aye I said I'm focused on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain gotta get the money
Finna get a few rings just a lil' something
Show these b**ches I ain't playing oh that ni**a buddy
Back up on his sh*t again then I hit my dougie
See a ni**a glistening rain snow or sunny
Young ni**a get it in
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping
Call a lyft and girl I'm getting in witcha
Say you wanna bring a friend witcha
Take you both to the crib girl I'm about to get it in witcha
I don't really f**k with these niggas
I'm just tryna stack these digits
Baby girl I got hella sh*t in the mail
Ooh I got hella sh*t in the mail
Yeah keep it coming