Lyrics
With that goose with patron hit the dance floor, that s what happens when the bubblegum be the truth, you ain t gotta look no more
With that goose with patron hit the dance floor, i ma certified hot chick mac like my lipstick It, with that goose with patron hit the dance for
with that goose with patron hit the dance floor
I ma certified hot chick mac like my lipstick, you ain t gotta look no more, stop hating on me
Hey say he want, man he fallin hard without a parachute It, ooh hey cmon ooh
you ain t gotta look no more
You ain t gotta look no more, man he fallin hard without a parachute, with that goose with patron hit the dance floor
You ain t gotta look no more, lovin me so good that he ice me like the artist
ooh hey cmon ooh
I m the type of girl make them boys wanna spoil me, goin down wanna taste the georgia peach, i m da type of girl like to get that dough
Lookin real dougy fresh gucci chain like slick, fo sho so please Go, stiletto pumps match my brand new loui v
Let let let it go, my swag is a whole nother pedigree Let, lookin real dougy fresh gucci chain like slick
show me off to they fam they adore me
I m to hiphop what oprah is to tv, hey say he want Let, what it do make a move pimpin you gon hit or miss
You ain t gotta look no more, hey say he want, ain t nuttin changed still fuck you pay me
Lookin real dougy fresh gucci chain like slick, show me off to they fam they adore me, ain t nuttin changed still fuck you pay me
i ma certified hot chick mac like my lipstick
fall in love wit a chick an wanna wife me
I m da type of girl like to get that dough, with that goose with patron hit the dance floor, you ain t gotta look no more
I m bout cake call me sarah lee, now here he go givin credit cards and house keys
Ooh hey cmon ooh, i m to hiphop what oprah is to tv
Goin down wanna taste the georgia peach, gotta have a g who can hold down a boss bitch
I m bout cake call me sarah lee, goin down wanna taste the georgia peach, with that goose with patron hit the dance floor
i m bout cake call me sarah lee
Ladies i ma let you know the new motto, lookin real dougy fresh gucci chain like slick
fo sho so please
You ain t gotta look no more, that s what happens when the bubblegum be the truth Go, stiletto pumps match my brand new loui v
By the way you poppin you act like you got that moby, with that goose with patron hit the dance floor Let, now here he go givin credit cards and house keys
My swag is a whole nother pedigree, by the way got more game then nintendo wii he still It, stop hating on me
I m da type of girl like to get that dough, i m da type of girl like to get that dough, my swag is a whole nother pedigree
stop hating on me
Ooh hey cmon ooh, you ain t gotta look no more Go, gotta have a g who can hold down a boss bitch
i m the type of girl make them boys wanna spoil me
I ma certified hot chick mac like my lipstick, i m da type of girl like to get that dough It, let let let it go
You ain t gotta look no more, i m da type of girl like to get that dough Rasheeda, i ma certified hot chick mac like my lipstick
Man he fallin hard without a parachute, ooh hey cmon ooh Rasheeda, now here he go givin credit cards and house keys
With that goose with patron hit the dance for, man he fallin hard without a parachute
i ma certified hot chick mac like my lipstick
You ain t gotta look no more, if he look broke better walk it out pronto, stop hating on me
man he fallin hard without a parachute
You ain t gotta look no more, stiletto pumps match my brand new loui v Go, you ain t gotta look no more
With that goose with patron hit the dance floor, i m bout cake call me sarah lee Let, fo sho so please
That s what happens when the bubblegum be the truth, supa fly supa bad shorty you can t top this, he say he want my lovey-dovey kiss kiss
Goin down wanna taste the georgia peach, goin down wanna taste the georgia peach Go, i m da type of girl like to get that dough
gotta have a g who can hold down a boss bitch
Man he fallin hard without a parachute, lovin me so good that he ice me like the artist
let let let it go
If he look broke better walk it out pronto, gotta have a g who can hold down a boss bitch
Hey say he want, i ma certified hot chick mac like my lipstick
Stop hating on me, you ain t gotta look no more
With that goose with patron hit the dance floor, i m da type of girl like to get that dough Let, man he fallin hard without a parachute
If he look broke better walk it out pronto, i m bout cake call me sarah lee
By the way got more game then nintendo wii he still, i m to hiphop what oprah is to tv
he say he want my lovey-dovey kiss kiss
Ladies i ma let you know the new motto, goin down wanna taste the georgia peach, fo sho so please
stop hating on me
My swag is a whole nother pedigree, let let let it go
ladies i ma let you know the new motto
gotta have a g who can hold down a boss bitch
by the way got more game then nintendo wii he still
