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Get On da Floor

Naty Quinones


Verse 1: [Phar-City]
The kid don't do pick up lines
I'm like a bum on the street
I just pick up dimes
Mami, I got the ice cream
Got the handcuffs
Have you locked up like you did a crime
I know you freaky deeky
Wanna pull on your hair
Wanna hear you say "Spank me, beat me"
We on the dance floor, usually just
Stand tall and play the wall
And the way you grindin' make a nigga wanna dance more
But the way you backin' up
Got the front of my jeans all actin' up
You know what you doing so you cracking up
Cool at the bar and get your drink on
Get your in the bath, give you pipe with the sink on
Got me hot cause I got this mink on
But I cool back down, cause I got these links on

Chorus: [Naty]
You can jump, have a feeling boy
But you can't play the wall tonight
(Just get on the floor)
I'm on the floor making words with moves
If you ain't coming, hold my drink aiight
'Cause we can shake, don't let it break
Fellas hold your shorties tight
You in this place, then grab a space
Can't play the wall tonight
(Just get on the floor yeah)

Verse 2: [Phar-City]
I'm drunk to the party and
Mix OJ with Bacardi and
But if it's not rum, then it's probably gin
Drink 'til my body spins
Then I throw up in the place I potty in
Step to hotties in tight gear, nice hair
With some bobby pins, and a nice wig
I stick the pipe in hoes with their bodies trim
She rock boots, gotta be Timbs
Or she got on Nike Airs, right there
Her man be trippin'
'Cause the ass so phat the pants be rippin'
When she in the dance position
Get hoes, the hand, and blissin'
'Cause the team already ran up in 'em
Get crox dot, ho's got the raw rapper
She dump cats chasing the clit
Cock block your fox
Grab her bra faster
Rough sex taking the whip like car jackers

Chorus

Verse 3:
Come on ma, shake what you got
And lemme see you on the floor
Just get on da floor (ohh)
Come on dog, get up off the wall
And get ya ass on da floor
Just get on the floor (just get on the floor)
Crisis keep a pen and a notepad
Got White-6 Benz and a dope pad
I spit the chicks with the phlegm in my throat back
And we got big wheels, y'all dudes pushin mopads
I spend my dough on Timbs and Cris
Dolo-Mic rich, now my friends legit
Give ya whole pipe, then I plan to split
And my wrist glow bright from my gems in it
Chicks be like "Crisis how you manage it?"
'Cause I rock rings like I won the championship
You won a boat, we won the championship
Tryna figure out which tramp we gon' hit
You want beef, get ta dissin' that
We can go outside and let the pistols crack
Tie your hands up and throw you where the fish is at
Your whole clique is wack, we won't miss your black, nope

Chorus

[Naty]
Just get on the floor
(yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh)
(oooh, yeah, oooh)
Just get on the floor, yeah
Just get on the floor

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