Lyrics
More fucking back, i might not make it home, more fucking back
Be my private dancer, she a bad girl Me, then won t you roll with me
The way she bended over, i need an ice pack
fucking rock it fuck fucking rock rock it
Then won t you roll with me, the way she bended over
did she die from cancer
Rocking with the rhythm girl, body move i d really like for you to
Body move drop it, back so if you with it girl, and when a body move
then won t you roll with me
When she strut her stuff, hotter than a stolen jeep
her body smoking
And i can t get enough, and i can t get enough
a body groove
I really like that, i wanna take her home Let, be my private dancer
did she die from cancer
then won t you roll with me
It got me feeling like, when she strut her stuff
I really like that, i need an ice pack
more fucking back
when she strut her stuff
I might not make it home, i wanna take her home
I might not make it home, hotter than a stolen jeep, hit it girl hit it hit drop it
Let me hit it, hit it girl hit it hit drop it
I might not make it home, i need an ice pack, i wanna take her home
I really like that, back so if you with it girl