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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Intro-Baby Bash)
Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Your so Sau-cy Super Saucy. Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Your so Sau-cy (Verse-Baby Bash) Sexy butterfly, skin tone butterscotch The finest linen, the type of ish she love to cop The miss Stiletto heels, she a fan of Barcelona She hating attention, but every naked eye on her Straight out of Arizona, I told her that I'm a loner I'm offering crystal, but she prefer lime and Corona Super Saucy, Sergio ??? sandals And when she in the Jacuzzi ooh, she lighting candles Stuntin all the way across the floor for sure Freshly molded by the hands of the lord and oh Heavens angel, curves in every angle Time play two to tango, bring the hook sang (Chorus-Avant) You're the apple of my eye I'm feeling like a drug I'm so high Everything is so sweet Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy So take a ride with me off in the whip I'll push the keys to you just let me Everything is so sweet Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy (Verse-Baby Bash) Uh, I'm trying to get it crunk-a-lating between us I'm saying You on the brink of bubble-lating, your body's displaying And I'm a spitter on the come up been patiently waiting To tour Jamaica, maybe meet a couple Jamaicans That makes us equally compatible, expectations For you its education, for me is to rock the nation Now that's a combination we should be modulating Crunching on Greek salad under some conversation Sipping on apple pucker twerping that mariuchi I'm digging the purse, your matching, that's authentic guuchi And you the chick that I been searching for across the globe And I just wanted you to know… (Chorus) (Bridge)(x4) Lets get it crunk-a-lating Lets get it bubble-lating You got the Motts and I'm a boss Yeah that I'm saying (Chorus)(x2} (Intro)(x2) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Angel Dust, Pitbull)
(Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust) Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to Cali, daddy, to California Let's take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!) (Hook: Baby Bash & Angel Dust) Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless Dirty dirt Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it to Chicago, back, to Colorado Here we go Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it overseas to France and Germany On the radio Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Sugar, it's on me, forget what the cost be Shake ya thang, now (Verse 1: Baby Bash (Angel Dust)) Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of lightweight thang They want me to sound my name (WHO BE US!) Autograph V-Town, all the phat Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn attacks Somebody gets to clownin' and we all of that (laughing) This muh'fucker got jokes On the way To the show With my folks Na-da-da-da-da From the Bay, to L.A., down to Monte Ray Tejas, where the trill players don't play To all you Unsigned Hype, without a limelight Here's a sneak peak For your ass when the time's right (Repeat Chorus & Hook) (Verse 2: Pitbull) Damn, diggy-diggy, damn, damn Mami over there's off that chingy-chang, chang Where you from Cali, they do the damn thang I'm a take ya to Texas Where they slow it down, mayne Forget crackin', screw and chop it, to make a profit Miami, Atlanta, the land of the Choppers Where they used to pump bass to keep the fiends crunk Now we get crunk when the bass pump (What?) They ain't ready for what's about to happen ?? put it down with Dominicans in Manhattan Dite, que venga I got the Latins on lock From Puerto Rico to Cuba, this is somethin' they can't stop (Como!) (Repeat Chorus & Hook) |
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