Alba s touto skladbou:
The X Factor,
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got em up open all
Over town
Strietly biz, she don`t play around
Cover much ground got,
Game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day true
Player way
I can`t get it out of my mind
I think about the boy all the time
Shout shout let it all
Out because these are the tings
I can do without
Come on, I`m talking to you
Come on
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
East side to the west side
Pushig phat rides, it`s no surprised
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash gas
By no means average
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As almost she got the heaven
Baby you`re perfect ten I wanna get in
Can I get down so I can,
Please excuse if I come across room
That’s jest me and that’s how the playettes got to be
Stay kicking game with a capital G
Axe the people of my bloc, I`m as real as can be
Shout shout let it all
Out because these are the tings
I can do without
Come on, I`m talking to you
Come on
Shout (repeat)
Shout shout let it all
Out because these are the tings
I can do without
Come on, I`m talking to you
Come on
Shout (repeat)
