This song right here is dedicated to that pretty lil' mama right there
(Wusup girl?)
Tell me mama- how you feel if I touch you right here? Like this
You got me hot
My body's all fried up
I gotta feel your touch
I can't get enough of you
(Don't be shy mama don't be shy)
You got me hot
My body's all fried up
(Tell me mama how you feel)
I gotta feel your touch
(You ready?)
I can't get enough of you
Now she was rockin hot jeans
Low-cut baby tee
Hotter than the Fourth of July in A Z
I mean I'm trippin
I couldn't even think
Booty so thick she can hold two drinks
I must be dreamin cuz I couldn't believe her
And then I'm feelin sick like Saturday night fever
I trun around and asked Zig Zag "What I gotta do to get a dime like that?"
Two seconds flat she's lookin at me
Two seconds passed and she walks toward me
I drop dollars cuz my game don't stop
And all she said was "Damn boy you got me hot"
(Chorus)
You got me hot
My body's all fried up
I gotta feel your touch
I can't get enough of you
You got me hot
My body's all fried up
I gotta feel your touch
I can't get enough of you
I've been eyeing you baby girl since I got here (Hello)
Physcial attraction, makin eye contact
Already knowin that I wanna know that
I'm at the bar at the same time ordering the same drink
I love the way your jeans fit your hips mami
Shared some conversation a bit
She told me that she had a man
That he treats her bad and if I was down with a one-night stand
Then she took my hand, whispered in my ear that she wasn't wearin no underwear
Then I'm like "Hey ya'll homies, I'll be back. I'm about to hit it with no strings attached."
(Chorus)
Rock up in the spot like a ghetto superstar
I seen this honey standing up at the bar (Wusup girl?)
Walked up to her and I said "Wusup shorty
