| Okay, so boom like
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| I’m at the bar right, I’m at the club
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| I’m chillin' at the bar
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| I got my drink, you know I drink my Grey Goose
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| So I turn around with my drink in my hand
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| Shorty all over me, you know what I’m sayin?
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| Everybody lookin at my face like «Yo what you gonna do?» |
| you know what I’m
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| sayin?
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| So I’m like, yeah I’m lookin at her and like…
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| Wooo let me adjust myself
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| She making it hard, I don’t trust myself
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| But you throwin' it back, I might bust right here
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| You dancing like you’re really tryna fuck right here
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| If you don’t feel that roll of quarters
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| Move that bubble back whole at boarder
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| And if you turn around and bend
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| I will show you one and again
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| She said, «Who you know, how you get a .9 in the club?»
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| I said, «That's not a nine ma, that’s merely an 8
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| But if I buy you drink could we go out on a date
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| 'cause you sound like you wasn’t born inside the Empire State»
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| She said, «I'm not from here, it’s hot in here
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| But you’re popular, so I’m not secure»
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| Everywhere she was walking dudes was stoppin' her
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| The smoke was irritating to her ocular
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| I said, «Your contacts», she said, «Huh?» |
| «Give me your contact»
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| «I'm going to the bathroom, can you buy me a cognac?
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| Okay, okay…
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| Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)
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| Baby won’t you let me (let me)
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| Baby, oohh, show some secret thangs to you
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| Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)
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| Baby, won’t you let me (let me)
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| Baby, oohh, all the things you want me to
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| I got you Hennessy and coke but shoulda got a diet 'cause if you watching your
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| calories, now where’s my hospitality?
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| And if I got it straight… shiet, what if it’s straight?
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| Cause after a couple of those you start to relate
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| She dancin' better than savion, workin' her lady charm
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| Battin' her eyelashes, finaglin' her baby arm
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| And all up in my space, next day I’m on her myspace top eight
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| We contemplating a hot date
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| Got poolside flicks for the cool fly blogs
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| With the rules I kicked about the yuletide logs
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| She like low cut jeans with the real high clogs
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| And dig music so much she got two iPods
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| I’m tryna make it to third base like A-rod
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| Threw a couple of Guinness stout back just to stay
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| now let’s just say
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| I’m tryna get horizontal like yesterday, she say.
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| Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)
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| Baby, won’t you let me (let me)
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| Baby, oohh, show some secret thangs to you
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| Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)
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| Baby, won’t you let me (let me)
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| Baby, oohh, all the things you want me to
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| All the things you want me to |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bar Tap , by - Pharoahe Monch. Song from the album Desire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп