Yung Berg - Off The Wall lyrics

[Hook] Bad girls, bad girls, I love 'em all Bad girls, bad girls, I start to know Guarantee to please you girl I got what you want Legs up, face down Hittin' it off the wall For that henny up i got my Cigars Ain't no cellin on this car, you Super star All the BM, that brand new automa, yeah God damn Mike Jackson she off the wall [Verse 1] She's show stopper, she the main attraction, She get on the pole it's light camera action Guaranteed to give you satisfaction any time or place like janet jackson She a gold getter, she a cold k**er Got a mall and shop cause she electrifying She get turned up but still turn 'em down Cause when you that bad they don't get tired of tryin', yeah Then you make a n***a wanna fall in love Dancin' like you diamond at the players club Dancin' like she wish to do the daresome Tricks like it's [?] Shawty drop it low like she no worth The way she pick it up make them b**hes hurt Money make it cum cause she cumin' first [?] so she go to work [Hook] Bad girls, bad girls, I love 'em all Bad girls, bad girls, I start to know Guarantee to please you girl I got what you want Legs up, face down Hittin' it off the wall For that henny up, I got my Cigars Ain't no cellin on this car, you Super star All the BM, that brand new automa, yeah God damn Mike Jackson she off the wall [Verse 2] And girl you movin' like you tryna get your bills paid Girl you movin' like you tryna get your mills made [?] She ain't worried 'bout the fake level to real hate You know you blessed and better then all of rest So why she just come alot and go do it with the Dap She just keepin' it real cause she ain't tryna be kept You know bottom is a bloody so tell them watch your stand for [Chorus] Cups up them rosey and patron you f** with that Missionary and backshots I put it on you, you know it better When I leave you never trip cause you know the reason i'm coming back Introduced to the real pa**ion, so lame n***as she done with that, Quin [Hook] Bad girls, bad girls, I love 'em all Bad girls, bad girls, I start to know Guarantee to please you girl I got what you want Legs up, face down Hittin' it off the wall For that henny up i got my Cigars Ain't no cellin on this car, you Super star All the BM, that brand new automa, yeah God damn Mike Jackson she off the wall