Ciara - Goodies |
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Ciara: My goodies, my goodies, my goodies, not my goodies! Petey Pablo: I got a sick reputation for handlin’ broads. All I need is me a few seconds or more And it’s a wrap Tell valet to bring my ‘Lac And I ain’t comin’ back So you can put the car right there. I’m the truth And I ain’t got nothin’ to prove And you can ask anybody ‘Cause they seen me do it. Barricades I run right through em I’m used to em Throw all the dirt you want, it’s no use You still won’t have a pinup in a fabulous room Bone her back, pickin’ out a basket of fruit (I love you, boo) Yeah freaky Petey love you too Heh, Heh, you know how I do it. Ciara: You may look at me and think that I’m just a young girl But I’m not just a young girl Baby this is what I’m lookin’ for A sexy, independent, gonna spend it, type that’s gettin’ his dough I’m not being too dramatic, that’s the way I gotta have it Chorus - Ciara: I bet you want the goodies Bet you thought about it Got you all hot and bothered Mab’ ‘cause I talk around it Lookin’ for the goodies keep on looking ‘cause they stay in the jar. Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Ciara: Just because you drive a Benz I’m not goin’ home with you You won’t get no nookie or the cookies I’m no rookie If you ain’t sexy, independent, I ain’t wit it so you already know I’m not being too dramatic That’s the way I gotta have it You may talk slick, try to hit But I’m not dumb I’m not being too dramatic It’s just how I gotta have it. (Chorus) Petey: So damn hot, but so young Still got milk in your tongue Slow down lil’ one And you ain’t got it all Hey shorty You don’t play the game You think you’re bad, but you ain’t bad I’ll show you what bad is Bad is when you’re capable of beatin’ the baddest I been workin’ at it ever since I came to this planet And I ain’t quite there yet But I’m getting’ better at it Matter of fact lemme tell it to you one more again All I got to do is tell a girl who I am Ain’t ne’er chick in here that I can’t have Bada boom bada bam ba bam Ciara: You’re insinuating that I’m hot But these goodies boy are not Just for any of the many men that’s try’na get on top No you can’t call me later And I don’t want your number I ain’t changin’ stories Just respect the play im calling (Chorus x2) |
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