On And On Lyrics - All Day - Girl Talk

Uhh, I go, on and on and on and 

then take her to the crib and let your bone in 

Easy, call em on the phone and 

platinum Chanel cologne and 

I stay, dressed, to impress 

Spark these bitches interest 

Sex is all I expect 

if they watch TV in the Lex, they know 

They know, quarter past fo' 

Left the club tipsy, say no mo' 

except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow 

Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhh 

Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh) 

Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows 

Reach the gate, hungry just ate 

Riffin, she got to be to work by eight 

This must mean she ain't tryin to wait 

Conversate, sex on the first date I state 

"You know what you do to me" 

She starts, "Well but I don't usually" 

then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt 

Step out, show me what you all about 

Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse 

Pull your G-string down South, aoowww 

Threw that back out, in the parking lot 

By a Cherokee and a green drop-top 

And I don't stop, until I screw 

Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work 

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Now, now - we goin' til they kick us out, out 

we goin' til they kick us out, out 

Or the police shut us down, down 

Po-po shut us - 

I want the world, 

You want the pussy, 

I want the pearl, 

I want the life, 

I want tonight, 

My fruits are labor I want 'em ripe, 

That's right private flight, 

Money get stacks to the highest height, 

Better get your math and science right, 

But I want the drama... Guiding light, 

I-i-i want the height but I don't believe it, 

I want it all but I know I don't need it, 

Man, I just want whats cool 

And I want. you 

Photos 

Pull over, that ass is too fat 

Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat 

Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat 

that ass is too fat 

that ass is too fat 

c'mon 

Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat 

Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat 

Pull over, pull over, that ass is too fat 

that ass is too fat 

that ass is too fat 

c'mon 

that ass too fat 

y'all ready for it 

yee oww 

that ass too fat 

let's go 

hey 

hey 

hey 

yeap in the club, seem dead. 

niggas cant play with them scared (scared) 

ying yang take it to the head (head) 

B***h need a little more bread 

Ying Ying Ying Yang 

Lookin like a skank cause she's 'bout that thang 

Tap them toes, Smack them hips 

The truth from the heel got to pay bills 

Big Big Big deal 

All on the pole on the toes 

Smack that honey, make that money make that money, jump that dummy. 

Pretty boy here to say (say), all the bills gotta be paid (paid) 

In the booty club while you wait (wait) 

To his old lady he say 

He's got to... 

wild out (wild out) 

Everybody with me drunk as fuck 

drunk as fuck 

wild out (wild out) 

Everybody with me 

Everybody with me 

wild out (wild out)[x4] 

Everybody with me drunk as fuck 

drunk as fuck 

Everybody with me drunk as fuck 

Everybody with me drunk as fuck 

Everybody with me drunk as fuck 

Break it down and roll it up 

Now come and kick it with the Twista 

Black Caddy, Mack Daddy, 

With a hoe up in the back seat 

With the '97 pimp flow 

Gotta feelin when you smokin 

When I flip it to a track speed? 

Talkin about a beautiful figure 

Astonishing as greek mythology 

Body be just like a girl in uh. 

What's that movie? nevermind 

Let me enter your atmosphere 

As you enter my world 

And lemme touch that booty 

I can't believe that your momma that cold 

Her daughter got such an astonishing soul 

You need a modeling role 

Still a playa know you got it 

When you climbin from the bottom 

To the top of that pole 

Cause you can pop and control 

Your fatty's so accurate 

When I'm smackin it 

It's makin me say 

"What I gotta do to get with that?" 

When it come to makin it rain, 

I can get it wet 

When it come to cuttin the monkey 

I can get it wet 

You gone see me to ya baby 

You need a better man 

Here come the politics, 

I'ma be your weatherman 

Cause everytime I'm lookin up 

And I see more a*** 

I'ma constantly see 

Rain in the forcast 

This-a-way that-a-way 

I'm flickin 5, 000 ones 

Or whatever you wanna call it 

It's a celebration 

You the champion 

Here's the fetti confetti 

Come on and get drunk 

with the money hauler? 

C'mon (c'mon) 

Walk, walk fashion baby 

Work it 

Move that bitch crazy 

Walk, walk fashion baby 

Work it 

Move that bitch crazy