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Stat Quo

Convict
Up front

[Chorus]
I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor,
Smack that, give me some more,
Smack that, 'til you get sore,
Smack that, oooh.

[Akon]
Shortie if you wanna ride
You can ride on me
You can bump heads
And collide on me
Want beef damn right
Can rely on me
To ring the Campbell like Naomi
Just do that girl
And take it on easy
Take it all oiled up
And all greasy
'Bout that time
You start that teasin'
Way that you droppin'
Got me cheesin'
But for me you takin' all my money for real
I'd rather spend it on you right now
Than my homies bail
And I can see that's what you made for
And ain't never been no lame ho
But that booty bought and paid for
One move to you on my payroll

[Chorus]

[Stat Quo]
I love when you do it girl
Move to it like you used to it
Drop it down
I wanna put my thing to it
To the crib we go
Go fast and slow
Make it turn like a stripper
Slide down my pole
Shortie ass so slow
Got you boiled like whoa
One night with me
She wanna marry Stat Quo
But I'm like no
Let's keep it on the low
On occasion let me come through
And tap that hole
Make it lose control
All the girls know
That I hit it right at night
I'm a pro
I only come round to get sexual
And she flexible
And I'm sexual
I might stay around for a longer time
Only if only if she can blow my mind
I can hurt that murk that work that spine
Now she in love and wants to be mine
Stat Quo

[Chorus]

[Bobby Creek]
Bobby Creek - you know what I'm saying
The ice in the watch
Reflects the light to her
The money quite green
And the ice like blue
The swag might kill her
So I say goodnight to her
She don't want me to leave
I can see right through her
So we dip out
Burn one trip back
Get low like Caribbean
Limbo then go
Out like light
Baby girl get right
Head so slow my hat don't fit right
We cruise in the car
Or we could take flight
The middle of the night
Make your body ache like
Mike Vick against the Eagles
Call myself a king
Cause I'm regal
To be this hot is not legal
But we don't care
Listen baby it's a fact
That
If you drop back
I'm a quarterback sack that
We can go deep
And I can shark attack that
Say you don't remember where the keys
And your hat at?

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Written by MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / STRANGE, MICHAEL JR. / THIAM, ALIAUNE / RESTO, LUIS EDGARDO
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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