|
T.I. - Let's Get Away lyrics
(feat. Jazze Pha) [Chorus (T.I.)] [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was feenin for you (Was you thinkin' of me, ay, ay?..) [Girl] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (What have you been doing?) Hey daddy, I was feenin for you [Verse 1] Bet they be like "I know he tired of the nightlife He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type" Yeah right, I be ridin' through the city lights My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint I'm chilling' with Brazilian women, heavy accents They black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, ass chasing Have relations with 'em many places Leavin' semen in they pretty faces Make 'em kiss they partners with it in they faces Young pimpin' sprung women across the 50 states Got young ladies requestin' "What's Your Name" on 50 stations Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration But I ain't waitin' till the second date, I'm so impatient Relieve 'em of they aggravation, take 'em rollerskatin' On them Dayton's, tell 'em "Baby, stick with me, you're goin' places" Go replace 'em, draw, erase 'em out my memory Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me [Chorus (T.I.)] [Girl] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin for you (Was you thinkin' of me? Ay, sing it for me, pimpin') [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Tell 'em shawty) Yeah baby, I was thinking of you [Verse 2] Yo, yo... uh.. From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey Got 'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, you heard me? All the classy ones like to act like they're a virgin And the nasty ones like when I talk to 'em dirty But I'm breakin' the ice, got 'em laughin' and flirtin' They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban Once the flick start playin' and the E start kickin' in Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in That's why, I like chillin' with women who like women Lightskinned... Asians, Jamaicans and white women Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak 'em They say.. [Chorus (T.I.)] [Girl] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was thinking of you (Was you thinkin' of me? Ay, tell 'em for me, pimpin') [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Ay, listen to me) Yea baby, I was thinking of you (Was you thinkin' of me?) [Verse 3] Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while Your whole style, from your toes to the way that you smile And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds But uhh... all I keep thinkin' about is layin' you down And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around Ain't got that kinda time 'cause this the only day I'm in town So come and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' your butt Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' your cup We're killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W- Sippin' on a Malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two? Now what you wanna do? Opportunity's right in front of you Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin 'em for a month or two But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some women [Chorus (T.I.)] [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was thinking of you (Was you thinkin' of me... ay, ay?..) [Girl] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Hey daddy, I was thinking of you (Oh yea... c'mon, tell 'em) [Girl] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was thinking of you (Shit I'm on my way) [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Yea baby, I was thinking of you [Jazze Pha talking] Whoa whoa whoa.. Ladies and gentlemen This... is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle.. King of the south! Oh boy! Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy! So smooth... futuristic.. Pimps up daddy! |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Lovers Live by Sade |
 It Ain't What U Wear It's How U Play It by Another Bad Creation |
 Payback by Brownside |
 The Massacre by 50 Cent |
 Lost Highway by Bon Jovi |
