S,
B, X, one, stop.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
Girls keep rubbing up the drum.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
Run, nah, Mark don't stop.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
We gonna drink non-stop.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
You'll never catch me flossing and such,
sitting in a modern heron with twenty titties to touch.
Instead you might find disaster flying around the bar,
trying to drink till I see stars.
Actually you probably never see me in the club,
rocking with dogs.
I only hang out with a couple of jugs.
A happy hour slut is what I am.
Dissing the metrosexuals,
we're alcoholics and fans.
Watching you fools trying to hook these R&B whores.
You can't pick up two dollars when it's glued to the floor.
I roll with queens,
able to beat up and still snag.
My girl will chop your balls off and keep it in her handbag.
She's sick and take her home and throw her dog a snack.
* with my girl is my job,
she'll happily tell you that.
Charlie Chin boy swinging with Stahl,
ready to get this hip-hop party wet.
And wah-wah.
S-B-X-Y, stop.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
Girls keep rubbing up the drum.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
Run, nah, Mark don't stop.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
We gonna drink non-stop.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
Ha,
I wanna see them clothes slipping off your body,
girl.
You're hot as hell,
cross between Naomi Wild and Elle.
I got a whirlwind,
trying to sweep you off your feet.
You're the only one that I'll ever let get on top of me.
Spark a flame that never could be watered off.
Going down,
leaving your head rushing like Gorbachev.
I'm sort of like the tortoise,
sliding in slow while your rabbits sleep.
Your girl feel the might of my flow, boy.
And no, boy, we don't pump this for the club.
It's for the pub.
I'm trying to get all your girlies up in the tub,
boy.
We're like pubs,
yeah,
we're soon to be bare in the room of her parents' house.
And I'm all up in her bed, boy.
Nothing to say, body language understandable.
Eating me alive and looking up like she was Hannibal.
Mechanical movement to become one now.
We rock a * sun up to sun down.
S-B-X-Y, stop.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
Girls keep rubbing up the drum.
Till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.
dear
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We gonna drink non-stop till your clothes get wet,
make your clothes get wet.