作曲 : Skillz/Tim Mosley
Here we go again

Ha ha
Here we go again

Make it hot
Uhh

Here we go again

Make it hot Mad

Huh
Here we go again

We're gonna make it hot

Ha ha
Here we go again

Skillz
Now listen
Baby girl
I don't like kissin'
Flip your back out
And we can start twistin'
Check the intuition
The dime definition

Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
Where your man at
Yo that cat missin'
I got you on the line
You mine
No fishin'
Satisfaction
No competition
We rock the V-12
We leave him the 6's
What's the deal
Fulfill every wish and
Haters keep hatin'
Dissers keep dissin'
We rich and
I take you out on a mission
You can make it hot
What I do make it sizzle
Keep you lookin' jig'
Your nails to precision
Got your girls jealous
To be you them chicks wishin'
Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin'
Keep swishin'
You see gold like Slick Rick and
Go ahead Daddy
Go ahead
Wit your bad self
Go ahead Daddy
Go ahead
Wit your bad
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Go ahead
Wit your bad self
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Go ahead
Wit your bad

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Go ahead
Wit your bad self
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Go ahead
Wit your bad
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Wit your bad self
Go ahead Daddy
Your bad
Now what you want
Prada Escada
You got that
The way the one's stack ain't no way
That you can stop that
You in the way girl  Boom when I block that
Treated your physique
Like a beat and I rock that
You got your Hustle
I ain't tryin' to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring
Make sure the rock's fat
You can rise
But you ain't tryin' to stop that
You'd think I had the keys Boo
The way I locked that
Oh that's your man
I think it's time to drop that
Lay it off
Play it off
Yeah you get the props back
You get the dress
I get the cane and the top hat
After we done Boo
I let you run the clock back
Fallin' in love
Oh never not that
Who you know who control
Where they gettin' jocked at
And in Vegas I'm hittin' it up like a slot rack
If you think you runnin' game girl
You need to botch that
Go ahead Daddy
Go ahead
Wit your bad self
Go ahead Daddy
Go ahead
Wit your bad
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Go ahead
Wit your bad self
Go ahead Daddy
Go ahead
Wit your bad

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Wit your bad self
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Go ahead Daddy
Your bad
Now when you came in the door
I seen you before
A dime
Fine all the way to the core
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor
Talked in your ear til my throat got sore
Lames
She could see my game was straight raw
Specially since she bought my tape right out the store
She was like
Ain't you supposed to be out on tour
Since you ain't tryin' to go Boo
What you askin' for
Need I say more
From the 8-oh-4
If you placin' bets girl
Then you best be sure
Slick
If you sick
Then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin'
We winnin' Boo
Check the score
Filthy rich
I like to dress like I'm four
Have the chicks fightin' like the next World War
Sure
Yo you never treat em' like a whore
Like Jay said
Love it or hate it
Either or
Go ahead Daddy
Wit your bad self
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Wit your bad

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You bad

Uhh what

Uh huh
What

Like that
What

Timbaland

What

Mad Skillz
Uhh

Collabo'

What

Don't go
Baby

Don't go
Baby baby
Don't go

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