Pound The Alarm
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
S*** and hotter, let's shut it down!
Doe, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me nicki, and some call me roman
Exkeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza
Just snap it and I be my own sneaker
S***, s*** that's all I do
If you need a bad b-tch
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little many skirts is out
I see some good girls, I'mma turn 'em out
Ok bottle, sip, bottle, dozzle
I'm a bad b-tch, no mussel, hey?
Bottle, sip, bottle, dozzle
I'm a bad b-tch, no mussel, let's go
Music, makes me, high
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
S*** and hotter, let's shut it down!
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
I wanna do it for the night, night
So get me now, and knock this over
I wanna do it like you like, like
Come get me, baby we're not getting younger
I just want you tonight, night
Baby we won't do it for life
Music, makes me, high
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
S*** and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get hot, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
S*** and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!