Pound The Alarm lyrics
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down! Doe, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them Some call me nicki, and some call me roman Exkeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza Just snap it and I be my own sneaker Sexy, sexy that's all I do If you need a bad b-tch Let me call a few Pumps on and them little many skirts is out I see some good girls, I'mma turn 'em out Ok bottle, sip, bottle, dozzle I'm a bad b-tch, no mussel, hey? Bottle, sip, bottle, dozzle I'm a bad b-tch, no mussel, let's go Music, makes me, high Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down! Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm! I wanna do it for the night, night So get me now, and knock this over I wanna do it like you like, like Come get me, baby we're not getting younger I just want you tonight, night Baby we won't do it for life Music, makes me, high Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm! Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get hot, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm!
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