Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door
I'm gonna hit this city (Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back
I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-topping, playing our favorite cd's
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop,no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh...

Mah-bah I said turkey jerky
Mah-bah I said turkey, turkey, jerky [x6]
Turkey jerky

Oh I like it like that
Keep working that back
I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me
Slow motion for me
Slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me

Oh I like it like that
Keep working that back
I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me
Slow motion for me
Slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me

Now there is no competition
Boy, I'm a fucking magician
(Now abacadabra) Now where'd your pants go?
Boy, I've been sipping on juice
And this and now I'm stuck on you
Turn around, stick it out and shake that ass (hoe)

Slow down
You're...

You wanna lift me off my feet, parakeet
You got the crazy cream o' wheat, heatin' up my seat
And everytime you turn to leave, boy it's killin' me
That bonfire that you built in me is throwin' heat
I got a funny feelin' that your underneath my skin
The way your snappin' and zappin' it to my slim and jim
You think you know me forever, like we been next to kin
But we just met me in the bathtub in the basement


You got that boom boom thing that makes my body bang
Got that boom boom thing (I got that fire)
Turn that boom box space right up and in my face
Gimme boom boom bang (I got that f-f-fire)
Boy your boom...

My, my
My butterscotch, butterscotch
My butterscotch, butterscotch

Pop rocks, lemon drops, rollin' in my Tee
tops sugar rush, touch the stars

Dry eyes, de-light, dancin' by the light, bright
Watch us how we break some hearts

So grab your gamma rays
Come to my masquerade
Its like a man parade
And now, 1 2 3, oh

[Chorus]
Boys all want my butterscotch
Lickin' their lips 'cause its top notch
No other bitch got what I got
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Boys from Memphis to Bangkok
Try to get keys to my candy shop
Linin' up 'round the block
My butterscotch, butterscotch

Chase it
Watch me how I make it
Don't you wanna taste...

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blah
Zip your lip like a padlock and meet me at the back
With the jack and the jukebox

I don't really care where you live at
Just turn around, boy, let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Music starts, listen hot stuff
I'm in love with this song
So just hush, baby, shut up
Heard enough

Stop, talk, talk, talking that blah, blah, blah
Think you'll be getting this nah, nah, nah
Not in the back of my car, ah, ah
If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Boy,...