(feat. Bobby Valentino)
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[Chorus:]
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Baby, I gotta, get you up out of
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Your clothes, your clothes, your clothes
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It´s somethin about the way you move
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I just can´t let go, let go, let go
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Baby, youuuuu´ve got me open
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Baby, I just wanna make you mine
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By the end of the night, end of the night
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By the end of the niiiiight
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[Ludacris]
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It´s inevitable and incredible, listen, it´s Luda!
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By the end of the night you gon´ be wantin to marry a nigga
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Cause I make ´em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
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Get ´em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow
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Cut ´em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda´s a killer
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Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest
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Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast
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Givin you reasons to rest, and ain´t never say no to papi
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Wake ´em up like Folgers cause I fold ´em like origami
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Hey mami let´s get it poppin like Orville Redenbacher
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The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya
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Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I´m ready to belly flop ya
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Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha
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[Chorus:]
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Baby, I gotta, get you up out of
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Your clothes, your clothes, your clothes
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It´s somethin about the way you move
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I just can´t let go, let go, let go
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Baby, youuuuu´ve got me open
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Baby, I just wanna make you mine
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By the end of the night, end of the night
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By the end of the niiiiight
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[Ludacris]
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(Whoo!) Verse two, it´s like this
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Gotta get ´em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose
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We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues
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And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist
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So just let go of yo´ hoe, don´t hog her to death, lend her to Chris
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Just for a little while for a little bit
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Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish
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She said that you had a little dick
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Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that?
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I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back
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Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott
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Key access, I´ll be at the very top
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Don´t hesitate to stop the elevator either
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I´ll show you the ups and downs, you´ll be my elevator diva
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[Chorus:]
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Baby, I gotta, get you up out of
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Your clothes, your clothes, your clothes
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It´s somethin about the way you move
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I just can´t let go, let go, let go
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Baby, youuuuu´ve got me open
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Baby, I just wanna make you mine
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By the end of the night, end of the night
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By the end of the niiiiight
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[Ludacris]
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All I need is a couple hours baby, for real
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Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci
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Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy
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Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen´s jeans
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Your Jimmy Choo´s are so sexy but Giseppi´s is mean
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La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin
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Put down your clothes and I´ll put you UP on the latest fashions
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Cause with cameras and action, I´m a deadly assassin
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I love your clothes but what´s underneath I love with a passion
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[Chorus:]
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Baby, I gotta, get you up out of
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Your clothes, your clothes, your clothes
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It´s somethin about the way you move
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I just can´t let go, let go, let go
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Baby, youuuuu´ve got me open
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Baby, I just wanna make you mine
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By the end of the night, end of the night
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By the end of the niiiiight
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[Ludacris - over Chorus]
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Gotta get you outta them clothes baby
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Somethin about the way you move
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I cannot let go, whoo!
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You know you got me open
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I just wanna make you mine, haha
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By the end of the night, you gon´ be mine
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Luda! And Valentin´ the dream
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[Bobby Valentino + (Ludacris)]
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Don´t leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas)
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Said don´t leave your girl round me (Disturbin´ Tha Peace)
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Don´t leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!)
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True playa for real, for real, for real, for real
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Don´t leave your girl round me
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Said don&a
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End Of The Night
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| Ludacris |
