Goodies lyrics

My goodies, my goodies, my goodies
Not my goodies

[Petey Pablo]
I got a sick reputation for handlin` broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more
And it`s my rap
Tell valet to bring my `Lac
And I ain`t comin` back
So you can put the car right there
I`m the truth
I ain`t got nothin` to prove
And you can ask anybody
Cause they seen me do it
Barracades, I run right through `em
I`m used to `em
Throw all the dirt you want, it`s no use
You still won`t have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back, pickin` out baskets of fruit
(I love you, boo)
Yeah, Freaky Petey loves you too
Ha, ha
You know how I do

[Ciara]
You may look at me and think that
I`m just a young girl
But I`m not just a young girl
Baby, this is what I`m lookin` for
Sexy, independent, down-to-spend-it type that`s gettin` his dough
I`m not bein` too dramatic
That`s just how I gotta have it

[chorus]
I bet you want the goodies
Bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered
Mad cause I talk about it
If you`re lookin` for the goodies
Keep on lookin`, cause they stay in the jar
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah

Just because you drive a Benz
I`m not goin` home with you
You won`t get no nookie or the cookies
I`m no rookie
And still I`m sexy, independent
I ain`t wit` it, so you already know
I`m not bein` too dramatic
That`s the way I gotta have it
You think you`re slick
Tryn`a hit
But I`m not dumb
I`m not bein` too dramatic
It`s just how I gotta have it

[chorus]

[Petey Pablo]
So damn hot, but so young
Still got milk on ya tongue
Slow down lil` one
And you ain`t got it all
Hey shorty
You think you bad, but you ain`t bad
I`ll show you what bad is
Bad is when you`re capable of beatin` the baddest
I been workin` at it since I came to this planet
And I ain`t quite there yet, but I`m gettin` better at it
Matter of fact
Lemme tell it to you one mo` `gain
All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey)
Ain`t ne`er chick in here that I can`t have
Bada boom bada bam da bam

You`re insinuating that I`m hot
But these goodies boy, are not
Just for any of the many men that`s tryn`a get on top
No, you can`t call me later
And I don`t want your number
I`m not changin` stories
Just respect the play I`m callin`

[chorus 2x]

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
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