Holla Back lyrics

f/ Carl Thomas



[Verse 1]

Yeah

Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat

I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap

In ya face,breath stink, you can`t think

He wanna take you home cause you bought you a drink

It`s a trip, but don`t trip

Come flip

Wit this big `ol playboy

That`s only if

Ya down

Ya wit it wit it,let`s hit the city

Come roll wit it

And you ain`t got to spend a penny

In ya fendy outfit

It`s so tight

You so right

I wanna kick it wit you all night

Hope you

Like me like that

I know I

Can make you come right back

A girl like you can get me on the right track

Hold up, forget I even said that

Wassup mama, you know where my head`s at

Take ya time, when you ready baby holla back



[Chorus]

Since I saw you

I`ve only want to just to know you

Give you the best of me

I employ you

But I won`t play no fool to adore you

Could you holla back at me



[Verse 2]

Let`s take a trip, lets get away, a few days

To a beach house,champagne everyday

Hot sand between ya toes

Ya skin smell sweet ma, just like a rose

I wanna get to know you better

Let`s take a stroll

Forget about that club hoppin

That shit is old

Me and you connectin` from the soul

Make love with protection

That`s how it goes(Since I saw you)

Wanna be, wit you

Tell me what you wanna do

Keep it hot, and I can keep it brand new

Feel me, and I`ma try to feel you

Wake up in the morning and see the real you

Hope we can stay on the same page

Hope we make love every single day

Don`t-we-got-this-now

All you need to do is holla at me



[Chorus]

Since I saw you

I`ve only want just to know you

Give you the best of me

I employ you

But I won`t play no fool to adore you

Could you holla back at me



[Verse 3]

Baby girl

Hot girl

My girl

Fa sho girl

We can make this me and yo` world

Don`t stop

Make it hit the floor girl

The more you do it

I love it even more girl

Got me talking `bout you all in my flow girl

Got me lookin for you all at my show girl

Don`t think, I can take it any mo`

Don`t know why I`m trippin`,baby I got plenty mo`

Dime pieces, but one like you

I can`t explain this thing that I`m going through

Something that you doing got me comin back ma

Take my number, when you ready holla back



[Chorus] - repeat 2X



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