Ricky J - Loot Lyrics

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Break it down now

Get on your hands comon now don't front get your hands up

Everybody in the club time to stand up

Ricky J's here to play Yo the man's up

What you plan to

WA WA wawa one two one two

I bring the stuff that you love like you knew I do

I see you stop and you stare like you want who you know who

Stop this who are you

Rj always be flossing all day Get kissed in hallways

Learn tricks of all trades

Spot girls when they man don't see me

You'll just see Are you down wit opp Yea you know me

I like them hot girls thin in the waist and plus they got curls

You know the type tight spandex seeing they move

And watch their pants stretch

Wondering which of these girls I'm gonna land next

Chorus

Baby I thought you were my man

Saying that you'd do anything for me

Lately we getting all we can ladies if you understand

And you feel me waive your hands

Oh No

What if she wants a cell phone Oh no what if she

Wants my benzo

Hold up girl can't we both just wait a minute

Think of all the good friends and places we can visit

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I'll take you to my crib if you're ready to go trips crib

I met you just ten minutes ago

Stop the daydream it's just a date see you must be

Crazy I'm not your baby

What about your ride outside your ain't getting it

Shouldn't that cash be mine you ain't getting it

What if I'm by your side you ain't getting it

Its all ming baby please stop sweating it

Chorus

Baby I thought you were my man

Saying that you'd do anything for me

Lately we getting allwe can ladies if you understand

And you feel me waive your hands

I thought that (what) you were my man

(baby girl you thought wrong (x2)) x2

You got no blank checks tonight

You best be right Who do I look like to you Wesley Snips

Try and snatch me at the bar cause your dress be tight

Chest be nice yea you're looking sexy right

But no I don't want no pigeons landing on your

Victims granting your wishes

What's next you'll be booming my system you get

The lex while I'm doing your dishes

What about your ride outside you ain't getting it

Shouldn't that cash be mine you ain't getting it

What if I'm by your side you ain't getting it it's all

Mine baby please stop sweating it

Chorus

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