I'll tell ya what I did last night I came home, say around a quarter to three Still so high, hypnotized In a trance, from this body So buttery brown and tantalizing You would have thought I needed help From the feeling that I felt So shook I had to catch my breath
Oops! There goes my shirt up over my head, oh my Oops! There goes my skirt droppin to my feet, oh my Ooh! Some kind of touch caressing my face, oh my Ooh! I'm turnin' red who could this be
I tried and I tried to avoid But this thing was happening Swallow my pride, let it ride And partied, but this body felt just like mines I got worried I looked over to the left A reflection of myself That's why I couldn't catch my breath
Oops! There goes my shirt up over my head, oh my Oops! There goes my skirt droppin to my feet, oh my Ooh! Some kind of touch caressing my face, oh my Ooh! I'm turnin' red who could this be
Desert Storm here, Fabolous here, Tweet
Shorty I strictly wanna spank you The most I gotta do is spell my name To get ya Vickies to ya ankles I'm serious mami You fuckin with the kid a. k. a. William H, period, Bonney You know I'm that type that be crushin' an merkin' Have ladies touchin the herkin' And, blushin' and smirkin' Early in the morning rushin for work and Screamin oh my, F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Each night I'm freakin Ma you ain't gon talk me to death Ccause you got free nights and weekends Ghetto Fab's all over the place Oops! There goes my kids all over ya face, oh my
I looked over to the left I was lookin so good I couldn't reject myself I looked over to the left I was feelin so good I had to touch myself I looked over to the left Lookin at my thighs butter pecan brown I looked over to the left Comin' out of my shirt and then my skirt came down
Oops! There goes my shirt up over my head, oh my Oops! There goes my skirt droppin to my feet, oh my Ooh! Some kind of touch caressing my face, oh my Ooh! I'm turnin' red who could this be
Oops! There goes my shirt up over my head, oh my Oops! There goes my skirt droppin to my feet, oh my Ooh! Some kind of touch caressing my face, oh my Ooh! I'm turnin' red who could this be
Compositores: Timothy Z Mosley (Timbaland), Charlene L Keys, Melissa Arnette Elliott ECAD: Obra #7239259