Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Song (Guitarra), artist - Gypsy Flamenco Masters. Album song Romantic Flamenco Music: Spanish Flamenco Guitar Favorites & Acoustic Guitar Ambient Music, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 26.10.2014
Record label: Arrow
Song language: English
Your Song (Guitarra) |
LL 2x |
(American dream 2x i see ya J) |
Radio killer |
Yeh |
Y’all think they can handle this one man |
Alright 3x |
Call the radio and tell 'em this your song (this your song, this your song, |
this your song, this your song) |
Girl come on (girl come on, girl come on,) |
Cuz im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby |
I Met this little girl, she was off the hook |
I got cold chills when her body shook |
Hot sex on the platter no need to cook |
I let her steal my heart like a horny crook |
Had her grinding and winding against my leg |
She messin with my head, wanna play in the bed |
Sexy pumps on, toenails red |
Your bodys a gun baby, pump me full of lead |
It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar |
Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta |
My pulp ain’t fiction, it’s an addiction |
To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen |
Nasty girl, taught me all the lingo |
While mama play bingo, she ride mandingo |
She dont give a damn if im married or single |
She makes me tingle |
Shawty im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby |
She likes Hip-Hop and R&B |
Her life time goal is to be on TV |
She looking for a man that could give her a break |
Like Usher or Justin Timberlake |
Im really not sure if her breasts are fake |
Cuz wit whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake |
We drink some beer, inside of daddy’s '64 |
She shot me in the back with cupids arrow |
We finish the 6-pac, she push the seat back |
Pulled up her dress n she let me peep that |
Im Drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty |
Truck stop bathroom at 7:30 |
Bought her some dessert, give a damn if its early |
Head spinnin around like roller derby |
Everything about her says you dont deserve me |
I hope im worthy |
Cuz shawty im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby |
(Cuz im your baby) |
You need somethin' like me? |
(yea) |
Cuz he ain’t nothin' like me (no) |
You can search but you never gone find (no) |
A love thats quite like mine (no) |
Need a man that can love you good |
And treat you like he should |
With me shawty you the shit |
He might be good but he ain’t like this |
Cuz im your baby |
In the back of the pickup, clothes are rip up |
She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real |
Running and laughing, music blasting |
Side over the road, bent over crashing |
Mouth all dry, can feel the urge |
If you see my mama, dont say a word |
The cops wanna know im a word are slurred |
Dont ask me officer ask her |
Wanna another drink baby she like sure |
Wanna hit the club she like I dont curr |
She all in the rearview doin her hurr |
Hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr |
This all happens on an average day |
Your life is a trip girl, im here to stay |
Never had a girl make me feel this way |
Even tho I had to pay |
Cuz shawty im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
Im your baby, your baby |