Lyrics

Tonight (and this beat from Cash, not from YоuTube), grr-grr (mmm) Ha, ha, ha (ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, gotta get you home Yeah, gotta get you home (get you home, girl) I don't wanna waste no time, no, let's go (waste no time) Yeah, gotta get you home tonight (home tonight) Pull up to the drive, make you moan (make you moan) Yeah, gotta get you home tonight (home, girl) Uh, too many bottles of Patrón (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, ooh) Let's get back to the spot, let's get back to the pent (to the pent) I've got one uptown girl, and I've got one in the ends I know how to keep her aroused, I keep her close to the edge I'm in New York, what's up? I'm sorry that it's been a minute I've got her too turned up, I make her feel sexy Can't tell her to get undressed, she already came undressed She goin' insane on this (grr), she gonna sing Ooh, baby (baby) Uh, I gotta get home with a vibe She can't control her whine (whine) I can read her mind (yeah) I can read her eyes (girl) I know what she desires (yeah) Ooh, yeah, gotta get you home (gotta get you home, girl) Yeah, gotta get you home (oh-oh) I don't wanna waste no time, no, let's go (waste no time) Yeah, gotta get you home tonight (ooh) Pull up to the drive, make you moan (make you moan) Yeah, gotta get you home tonight (home, girl) Uh, too many bottles of Patrón (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, yeah, grr, yeah) Girl, let's go, let's go home I see you burnin' up, you know I turn you on Anything else ain't nothin', you know you wonder why You know you wonder why, you know you (woo, grr) You know you bad (woo), uh, you know you bad Uh, you know you outrageous (shh), I take you on many occasion From graces, somethin' amazin', turn around, sit down and place it (ooh) Come to the house and shake it (ooh) Gotta get you home after late, yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah) Yeah, gotta get you home (get you home) Yeah, gotta get you home (girl) I don't wanna waste no time, no, let's go (waste no time) Yeah, gotta get you home tonight (yeah, yeah) Pull up to the drive, make you moan (pull up to the drive) Yeah, gotta get you home tonight (home, home) Too many bottles of Patrón (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Writer(s): Cashmere Small, James Horton, Lance Omal, Ronnie Broomfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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