[Intro: T.I. & (Too $hort)]
Ay shawty
(Whussup playa?)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on the road last year, 'bout '99?
(The one up in NYC?)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talkin' bout the one from L.A
Lil bad bitch I met in the mall wit the big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha' she said
(Whassup?)
[Chorus: Verdia Gamble]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let's do it... Where you at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
One day in L.A., I'm at the mall
Pickin' me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls
And I ran into this fine azz well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just like the song say, 'cause I don't play
Miss lady built like a amazon
A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on
The kinda azz that make you wanna grab a handle on
And fuck her all day in the hallway with the candles on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do?
I said "'Cause I ain't from 'round here, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anyways
We can still get together, 'cause I'm gon' be here fo' a coupla days"
And then she say, she never been to Georgia, she was dyin' to visit
Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sure that they listed
She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need to pretend
I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya ears, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positions you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm tellin' you shawty, fuckin' wit me, like divin' of deep end
Have you sneekin', creepin' in Georgia, freak on the weekend
Ay shawty
(Whussup playa?)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on the road last year, 'bout '99?
(The one up in NYC?)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talkin' bout the one from L.A
Lil bad bitch I met in the mall wit the big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha' she said
(Whassup?)
[Chorus: Verdia Gamble]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let's do it... Where you at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
One day in L.A., I'm at the mall
Pickin' me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls
And I ran into this fine azz well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just like the song say, 'cause I don't play
Miss lady built like a amazon
A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on
The kinda azz that make you wanna grab a handle on
And fuck her all day in the hallway with the candles on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do?
I said "'Cause I ain't from 'round here, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anyways
We can still get together, 'cause I'm gon' be here fo' a coupla days"
And then she say, she never been to Georgia, she was dyin' to visit
Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sure that they listed
She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need to pretend
I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya ears, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positions you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm tellin' you shawty, fuckin' wit me, like divin' of deep end
Have you sneekin', creepin' in Georgia, freak on the weekend
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