[Intro: Claudette Ortiz]
All these girls suddenly appear! Everytime, you are near
Just like me, they want to be, closer to youuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!
Ooohhhhhh!!!!!
[Hook: Ryan Leslie] (Chorus: Sample of "A Billi" by Jay-Z)
(RAH!!!) Let me touch this remix
Switch it up a lil' bit and do somethin for the ladies
(RAH!!!! RAH!!!!) You're rockin with the best, your boy R. Les
Know just the way you want it baby (RAH!!!! RAH!!!!)
And I could do it all night (I'm ill!!!)
Compatible with all types (*It's R!!!) (RAH!!!! RAH!!!!)
No discrimination (I'm ill!!!) (*Red Cafe) Turn the lights out
I can bring your freak out make you wanna creep I'm ill
( I'm ill!!! I'm ill!!! I'm ill!!! I'm ill!!!)
(RAH!!!! RAH!!!!)
[Verse One: Red Cafe]
Iller than your hubby or your ex
I just need the back seat of a Beamer or a Lex
Whenever it get wet, just hit me on the text
And then I'm goin in, hickies on your neck
(WHAT ELSE!) I'm ill, live from the psych ward
Run from me and I'll catch ya like Ty Law
Sixty eight and I'm a owe you one
Young Tiger Woods tryin to get a hole in one
I be needin the baddest chick
With the meanest walk rockin the flyest shit
Lookin live as hell, E or YSL
You a cowgirl that's right ride it well
Vivica, Zoey, Gabrielle Union
Anyone of y'all might have a nigga spoonin
Neck soaked I'm the new Ricky Ruler
Call me Franck White, Franck Lucas, Frank Mueller
All these girls suddenly appear! Everytime, you are near
Just like me, they want to be, closer to youuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!
Ooohhhhhh!!!!!
[Hook: Ryan Leslie] (Chorus: Sample of "A Billi" by Jay-Z)
(RAH!!!) Let me touch this remix
Switch it up a lil' bit and do somethin for the ladies
(RAH!!!! RAH!!!!) You're rockin with the best, your boy R. Les
Know just the way you want it baby (RAH!!!! RAH!!!!)
And I could do it all night (I'm ill!!!)
Compatible with all types (*It's R!!!) (RAH!!!! RAH!!!!)
No discrimination (I'm ill!!!) (*Red Cafe) Turn the lights out
I can bring your freak out make you wanna creep I'm ill
( I'm ill!!! I'm ill!!! I'm ill!!! I'm ill!!!)
(RAH!!!! RAH!!!!)
[Verse One: Red Cafe]
Iller than your hubby or your ex
I just need the back seat of a Beamer or a Lex
Whenever it get wet, just hit me on the text
And then I'm goin in, hickies on your neck
(WHAT ELSE!) I'm ill, live from the psych ward
Run from me and I'll catch ya like Ty Law
Sixty eight and I'm a owe you one
Young Tiger Woods tryin to get a hole in one
I be needin the baddest chick
With the meanest walk rockin the flyest shit
Lookin live as hell, E or YSL
You a cowgirl that's right ride it well
Vivica, Zoey, Gabrielle Union
Anyone of y'all might have a nigga spoonin
Neck soaked I'm the new Ricky Ruler
Call me Franck White, Franck Lucas, Frank Mueller
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