D'African - One More Time lyrics

[Hook: (Daft Punk sample)] One more time One more time One more time [Verse 1: D'African] Ok Hoppin' out the car with my boy [?] Them b**hes starin', them boys heated Like see him, up in that B-M; car the same color as nine o'clock p.m But I'm all nonchalant as D-1 pulls up in a Ranger, shoulders Jasmine One all black and the other one Casper white; damn right Them Henley boys up in this b**h; Michael Kors up on my wrist Them b**hes crowdin' 'round my dick; I tell 'em hold up, but they insist; well, f** it Made my way to my sec-tion; Louie all over my body Got my s**y on, and my Henley on Swag on Tyson, [?] and I'm flexin' on 'em And people snappin' pictures, like a n***a in the features, or I play for the Eagles Everybody tryin' to please us, and they hate us like Jesus But I love it; we ain't had nothin', now we here sippin' champagne by the bucket Make a b**h strip when I feel like f**in' I don't give a f** if you feel like s**in', damn This must be the life, but tonight is just beginnin' Break it down and roll it tight; ku-ku-kush has got me grinnin' B-b-buy another round; shot-shot-shot-shots got me spinnin' On Sunday I go to church, but tonight I'm gon' be sinnin'! We gon' be sinnin', sinnin', sinnin', sinnin' [Hook: (Daft Punk sample)] One more time One more time One more time [Verse 2: D'African] Let me get a bottle of the Grand Marnier for my n***a Teef And Patron and Goose, and Ciroc and juice; tell 'em put it on my receipt If I got it then my n***as gon' eat, when I do I know I ain't gon' starve That's that sh** that we live by From a double cheeseburger to a rib-eye Now we're, up in the club playin' eye contact She fightin' not to look, call it eye combat Mind is tellin' her "stay away", but my swag says "get over here" First she resisted but, um, I knew I could make her come In a conversation I told her, "I know I could make you cum" She busted out laughin', said "I heard you a big talker" Well I told her we can make love in the club and let them watch Give a f** about these stalkers I'm-I'm a Henley boy, this sh** comes easy to me I'll take you to the bed and have you screamin' "give it to me!" "Give it to me!", I-I-I'll have you screamin' "give it to me!" I'll have you screamin' "give it to me!" [Verse 3: D'African] Ok; after-party at K.D.'s with some ladies who are ready And we're all hittin' Ain't no "eh's", "I'm not sure's", or "maybe's" And they're disappearing behind doors It's a Louie vision, design yours Take it off, let me hit When I'm finished you'll be saying "hit me baby one more time!" "Oh, hit me baby!" I'm f**in' crazy I know, but baby I'm a Henley boy, I'm a-I'm a Henley boy; I hit it, baby [Outro: D'African] Ok; walk in the club, I'm stuntin' on ya Noo, I'm never frontin' on ya What ya get it what ya see baby, and vice versa When I touch you, I can make you scream..or I can make you cream, your choice But the sound of your voice, got me higher than four marijuana blunts' I'm under this, influence that's you And I wanna be the thing that influences you And girl you can see you influence me too, you do You're the reason I'm makin' this song Keep goin' 'til my money long; Henley boys All day and all night and sh** And I ain't even writin' sh**, yeah..