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NB Ridaz - U Got Me Hot lyrics
feat. Mary This song right here is dedicated to that pretty lil' mama right there (Wusup girl?) Tell me mama- how you feel if I touch you right here? Like this You got me hot My body's all fried up I gotta feel your touch I can't get enough of you (Don't be shy mama don't be shy) You got me hot My body's all fried up (Tell me mama how you feel) I gotta feel your touch (You ready?) I can't get enough of you Now she was rockin hot jeans Low-cut baby tee Hotter than the Fourth of July in A Z I mean I'm trippin I couldn't even think Booty so thick she can hold two drinks I must be dreamin cuz I couldn't believe her And then I'm feelin sick like Saturday night fever I trun around and asked Zig Zag "What I gotta do to get a dime like that?" Two seconds flat she's lookin at me Two seconds passed and she walks toward me I drop dollars cuz my game don't stop And all she said was "Damn boy you got me hot" (Chorus) You got me hot My body's all fried up I gotta feel your touch I can't get enough of you You got me hot My body's all fried up I gotta feel your touch I can't get enough of you I've been eyeing you baby girl since I got here (Hello) Physcial attraction, makin eye contact Already knowin that I wanna know that I'm at the bar at the same time ordering the same drink I love the way your jeans fit your hips mami Shared some conversation a bit She told me that she had a man That he treats her bad and if I was down with a one-night stand Then she took my hand, whispered in my ear that she wasn't wearin no underwear Then I'm like "Hey ya'll homies, I'll be back. I'm about to hit it with no strings attached." (Chorus) Rock up in the spot like a ghetto superstar I seen this honey standing up at the bar (Wusup girl?) Walked up to her and I said "Wusup shorty, is your name Christina cuz you lookin kinda dirty, flirty." Says boy you're makin me hot Bouncin', shakin gimme all that you got Love the way you make it clap Make your neck snap back Love the way you grindin Oooh girl that booty phat Body's on fire Can I touch I got the kindag game to give you more than enough While the night is still jumpin While the DJ is still spinning Too many hotties make me wanna get up in 'em (Chorus) |
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