[Lil Wayne:] Remix Baaaaby
[Chorus]
[Ludacris:]
She told me that she wanted to knock my socks off
So I slid my 3000 dollar crocs off
She got her rocks off and I got the cops off
In my fire red lamboghini hot sauce
I was just a block off peach street and faroe
I scanned her over like her booty had a barcode
I made the car fold and then the car slowed
Weee ohhh weee ohhhh weeee I went into alarm mode (oh)
Cause she was badder than the baddest of the baddest
Her butt was fatter than the fattest of the fattest
And I was glad it is see what th status is
So I can take her home so she can see where the aparatus is (hey)
In my private pool (yep) her body drip drop
She was bare foot I did her in my flip flops (oh)
Tick tock the clock goes boom (boom)
So we quickly ludacrisened every room (LUDA)
[Chorus]
[Lil Kim:]
I back it up switch it up just for you daddy
Dior lipstick kiss ya tattoos daddy (muah)
I'm with you for the night just play ya cards right
I let you do some things to me
On the hood og the bagardi ceasar bacardi
Heels on my feet I'm in the driver seat
While you beep beep beep
Who needs the freak of the week
You with the freak of the century
Open up ya history books it's gon mention me
Boys call me candy girl aka the truth (haha)
Honey girl and for me he gotta sweet tooth
He gon drown in my wet wet (oh) I hope that watch is water proof
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Hety baby my name ain't important ummm for now you can call me the martian
Yea I need love like an orphan so I can be your bug a boo no arguin'
Lil mama let me beep beep like a motorola now I'm in love knee deep
But it's at her shoulders but being I'm a G I try and keep composure
But I swear shawty got me weak like the weekend over
From the window to the wall she gets even lower
Yea she got the game I'm just tryna keep the score
I promise to be good and never leave it sore
And if I do I promise I will treat it more gentle next time
And neither or will I lie or cheat either
Shit I'd rather beep like a freakin horn
And keep it blowin yea
[Chorus: repeat until end]
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[Lil Wayne:] Remix Baaaaby
[Chorus]
[Ludacris:]
She told me that she wanted to knock my socks off
So I slid my 3000 dollar crocs off
She got her rocks off and I got the cops off
In my fire red lamboghini hot sauce
I was just a block off peach street and faroe
I scanned her over like her booty had a barcode
I made the car fold and then the car slowed
Weee ohhh weee ohhhh weeee I went into alarm mode (oh)
Cause she was badder than the baddest of the baddest
Her butt was fatter than the fattest of the fattest
And I was glad it is see what th status is
So I can take her home so she can see where the aparatus is (hey)
In my private pool (yep) her body drip drop
She was bare foot I did her in my flip flops (oh)
Tick tock the clock goes boom (boom)
So we quickly ludacrisened every room (LUDA)
[Chorus]
[Lil Kim:]
I back it up switch it up just for you daddy
Dior lipstick kiss ya tattoos daddy (muah)
I'm with you for the night just play ya cards right
I let you do some things to me
On the hood og the bagardi ceasar bacardi
Heels on my feet I'm in the driver seat
While you beep beep beep
Who needs the freak of the week
You with the freak of the century
Open up ya history books it's gon mention me
Boys call me candy girl aka the truth (haha)
Honey girl and for me he gotta sweet tooth
He gon drown in my wet wet (oh) I hope that watch is water proof
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Hety baby my name ain't important ummm for now you can call me the martian
Yea I need love like an orphan so I can be your bug a boo no arguin'
Lil mama let me beep beep like a motorola now I'm in love knee deep
But it's at her shoulders but being I'm a G I try and keep composure
But I swear shawty got me weak like the weekend over
From the window to the wall she gets even lower
Yea she got the game I'm just tryna keep the score
I promise to be good and never leave it sore
And if I do I promise I will treat it more gentle next time
And neither or will I lie or cheat either
Shit I'd rather beep like a freakin horn
And keep it blowin yea
[Chorus: repeat until end]
[Chorus]
[Ludacris:]
She told me that she wanted to knock my socks off
So I slid my 3000 dollar crocs off
She got her rocks off and I got the cops off
In my fire red lamboghini hot sauce
I was just a block off peach street and faroe
I scanned her over like her booty had a barcode
I made the car fold and then the car slowed
Weee ohhh weee ohhhh weeee I went into alarm mode (oh)
Cause she was badder than the baddest of the baddest
Her butt was fatter than the fattest of the fattest
And I was glad it is see what th status is
So I can take her home so she can see where the aparatus is (hey)
In my private pool (yep) her body drip drop
She was bare foot I did her in my flip flops (oh)
Tick tock the clock goes boom (boom)
So we quickly ludacrisened every room (LUDA)
[Chorus]
[Lil Kim:]
I back it up switch it up just for you daddy
Dior lipstick kiss ya tattoos daddy (muah)
I'm with you for the night just play ya cards right
I let you do some things to me
On the hood og the bagardi ceasar bacardi
Heels on my feet I'm in the driver seat
While you beep beep beep
Who needs the freak of the week
You with the freak of the century
Open up ya history books it's gon mention me
Boys call me candy girl aka the truth (haha)
Honey girl and for me he gotta sweet tooth
He gon drown in my wet wet (oh) I hope that watch is water proof
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Hety baby my name ain't important ummm for now you can call me the martian
Yea I need love like an orphan so I can be your bug a boo no arguin'
Lil mama let me beep beep like a motorola now I'm in love knee deep
But it's at her shoulders but being I'm a G I try and keep composure
But I swear shawty got me weak like the weekend over
From the window to the wall she gets even lower
Yea she got the game I'm just tryna keep the score
I promise to be good and never leave it sore
And if I do I promise I will treat it more gentle next time
And neither or will I lie or cheat either
Shit I'd rather beep like a freakin horn
And keep it blowin yea
[Chorus: repeat until end]
Writer: BOBBY MARCEL WILSON, JASIEL ALMON T. ROBINSON, LELAND CLOPTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave