(C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Put yo' hands up Miley, Miley, Miley, Miley (C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Everybody put yo' hands up
Eh eh eh Baby, you're looking fine I have you open all night like an iHop I take you home baby let you keep me company You gimme some of you, I give you
Talkin bout my baby Cause we always breaking the mold Talkin bout my baby We don't need no secret code The way you love me down Got me goin around I think
What's somebody like you, doin in a place like this? Say, did you come alone, or did you bring all your friends? Say, what's your name, what you drinking
This shit was all I knew You and me only I did it all for you Still you were lonely We coulda worked it out, uh, but I guess things change It's funny
Oww, Oww, Timba da back, Timba da back babe, timba da back babe. Ay, ay, ay ,ay ,ay lil mamma cool it down ay she's the talk of the town yea she gets
All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am Yeah Baby I am you We have the same face and boobs Yeah Baby!!!We are the same! Yeah
I ain't got no money I ain't got no car to take you on a date I can't even buy you flowers But together we can be the perfect soul mates Talk to me girl
Is it going, is it going, is it going, is it going? I don't know what you're looking for I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye, eye I
Clap ya hands everybody, if you got what it takes I'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes Uh-huh, uh-huh Hey, get ya back up off the
Yeah, yeah It's Tim-Unit ****, yeah You know I like how I sound on that **** ****, your time is up, I ain't come to catch you I knew you **** was dumb
Bounce, oh, I like you Bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce Come here
Let me show you boy Are you ready? Fantasy It could be, couldn't we Wildest thing, ever dreamed, boy So what will it be? Just lookin' at you, shorty
Get out, get out, you can't be in here You have to get out. I implore you, please, please You're all going to **** down here It's life or death, either
Two step Let me talk to you girl I'm in your part of town I call your phone and you're nowhere to be found You do this every time You be in my 'A' every
of, to be sought To be inside, I don't care Be my unholy, my one and my lonely We ain't got no *** band We ain't got no stinking the *** microphone setter Timbaland
Alright Hey! Clap! Oh, I need you girl Hey, I really need you I need you girl (Let me tell you something) I think I?m getting a charge So here the party
I got a plan for you and I Let's journey across the Venetian skies Can I have some of your cookies? Can I have some of your pie? May I cut the first slice
