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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T-Pain
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Balfour
Songwriter
Faheem Najm
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Pain
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Ghazi Hourani
Assistant Engineer
Javier Valverde
Recording Engineer
Dave Benck
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Shawty, yeah, yeah
Shawty, yeah, yeah
Shawty, yeah, yeah
Shawty, hey
Uh huh, it's like a sin on top of a sin what I'd do to you
Uh huh, over again and over again, you ain't gotta move
Uh huh, and when you look into my eyes, I got to go harder
Uh huh, and when you climb on top of me, I hit rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, hey
She got me thinking
(She got me thinking)
'Bout what I got
(Got)
She hop in the Lincoln
(In the Lincoln)
We hit my spot
(We hit my spot)
I got her drinking
(Got her drinking)
She getting hot
(Hot)
She want me on bottom, bottom, bottom
She saw my pinky
(Saw my pinky)
That big ol' rock
(Rock)
That bitch is bling-blinging
(Bling-blingin)
Non-stop
(stop)
And now she getting kinky
(Getting kinky)
She want the top
(Top)
That means I'm on bottom, bottom, bottom
She be going down and she come back up
(Up)
Girl stop messing with me
(With me)
Take your clothes off, baby, take a load off
(Off)
I'ma tell you what's it gon' be
(Gon' be)
All kinds of touching and rubbing
Some of the loving that you never had
(Never had)
So let me get a rubber out this Gucci bag
(Gucci bag)
We gon' do something that make your daddy mad
(Mad)
Now baby, put your hands up and say, yeah
Uh huh, it's like a sin on top of a sin what I'd do to you
Uh huh, over again and over again, you ain't gotta move
Uh huh, and when you look into my eyes, I got to go harder
Uh huh, and when you climb on top of me, I hit rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, hey
We hit the city
(We hit the city)
We in my drop
(Drop)
The DJ wicky-wicky
(Wicky-wicky)
She getting hot
(Hot)
She dancing by the speaker
(By the speaker)
That booty pop
(Pop)
She feeling that bottom, bottom, bottom
I'm getting jiggy
(Getting jiggy)
I cut a rug
(Rug)
Niggas give me daps
(Daps)
Bitches give me hugs
(They give me hugs)
She got me thinking
(Got me thinking)
I'm in love
(Love)
In love with that bottom, bottom, bottom
Left cheek, right cheek, make that Booty Wurk
(Work)
Shawty, I ain't playing with you
(You)
And then you go dutty wind, dutty wind
All them go berserk
You know exactly what we gon' do
All kinds of touching and rubbing
Some of the loving that you never had
(Never had)
So let me get a rubber out this Gucci bag
(Gucci bag)
We gon' do something that make your daddy mad
(Mad)
Now baby put your hands up and say
Yeah
Uh huh, it's like a sin on top of a sin what I'd do to you
Uh huh, over again and over again, you ain't gotta move
Uh huh, and when you look into my eyes, I got to go harder
Uh huh, and when you climb on top of me, I hit rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alone, hey
Writer(s): Faheem Rasheed Najm, David Ahmad Balfour
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