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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Shawnna
Shawnna
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Komponist:in
S. Jordan
S. Jordan
Komponist:in
B. Bell
B. Bell
Komponist:in
R. Guy
R. Guy
Komponist:in
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Komponist:in
T. Shaw
T. Shaw
Komponist:in
Ramon Gooden
Ramon Gooden
Komponist:in
D. Carter
D. Carter
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Xcel
Xcel
Produzent:in
Craig Bauer
Craig Bauer
Mischtechniker:in
Jeff Lane
Jeff Lane
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Morgan Garcia
Morgan Garcia
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Garten
Brian Garten
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly
[Verse 2]
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly
[Verse 3]
Check it, 'cause I love that hood fashion, got a couple of sips
And I'm off the rip ready for action, ****, fuck who you wit
'Cause I be the bitch and it ain't no askin why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could spit that ill flow and make **** sick
Betta tell that groupie bitch to chill ho, it ain't on that shit
See the fitted cap I keep it real raw stay on my lid
Now he wanna ask me how it feel 'cause he say I'm that bitch
Let me slow it down and make a move wit it
Do what it do wit it
Now that I got me some, gone let my crew hit it
We smokin' bubble gum, chunky and blueberry
And berry get it crunk, we make it juke mannie
And then givin' head, shawty, you too scary
I got my bitches in the 'lac, I'm in that new caddy
It's time to get it poppin, shawty, is you ready?
I put that pussy on his face but it was too heavy
'Cause I was
[Verse 4]
Gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly
[Verse 5]
She looked me up and down, said, "You look like a pimp"
I knew she been around I said, "Do it like Karrine"
She tried to be sexy, I asked her, "Can you stop?
I want the real deal, I don't want a hand job"
I know you better tell 'em who pimped you first
As soon as I'm finished, let 'em quench your thirst
Nothin' but the best I know I'ma get
When you use toe hands and a whole lotta spit
Bitch, you got me hard as a rock
I ran my fingers through your hair when you started to stop
This ain't amateur night and it's not the Apollo
Come real with the skills and you gots to swallow
My phone kept rangin' but this ain't the end
I was squeezin' my toes and I can't press in
I need to cum so I can go but if I'm late again, they know me
I ain't gotta say where I been
[Verse 6]
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly
[Verse 7]
Weezy back of the Phantom, tell the driver don't look
I tell her do ya thang and when you finished, write a book
I sit back in the chair and then I break out the Kush
I hope she like banana 'cause I got that fruit by the foot
She say she love me, well I love her when the lights dim
You can depend on her to catch it like a tight end
Santa Claus, I leave her with a white chin
Yes, I get a lot of neck like a violin
85 on the bridge, hat to the side
23 inch Yokahamo flats on the ride
Young Stunna, baby girl, is ya up on it
They go so hard, man, I gotta wear a cup on it
I'm the hottest thang around
And if she like to catch then I'ma take the mound
She said she don't do it but I am not a clown
If I get her to my room, she goin' down
[Verse 8]
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly
[Verse 9]
Man, I make a fiend for that blow
They be pumpin' the PP, I be pumpin' them hoes
Stick out they ass, look how they tell me just go
You ain't fuckin' with me when it come to these hoes
Blast fast across the chin
What I'm saying to them, man, I don't pretend
Push one button, have the poor bitch dunkin'
Keep it goin' like the grill in the air fuckin'
She's a freak, she wants E's an d the purple 'dro
Show her keys in the sturtigo shertigo
She said hurt her though in the cervical
She mean murder though, give her vertigo
Ball a G, ain't no apology
Wanna have a couple words but apology
Man, I seen ya sports car but it's smaller B
The Enzo is outside for ya'll to see
**** look at my chain, look at the reigns
Rocks and watches, bracelets blang
Keep it goin', **** till the break of dawn
Can't compare so you just complain
Mad as a bitch, grabbin' ya bitch
Get OJ, start slappin' ya bitch
I'm AC, here's a cap for ya, bitch
While me and my **** sit there and laugh at ya, bitch
AC gotta stay man
Never let 'em see you sweat that's the rule, mane
Hit it till we through, mane
Send her back to you, mane
That's what we do mane
Bubble gum chew mane
Other than that catch me gettin' some bread
When you see my billboards, I'll be
[Verse 10]
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly
[Verse 11]
In my bed mindin' my business 'bout five in the mornin'
Gettin' head, a wonderful feelin', I'm high and I'm zonin'
From this fire I was smokin' and I'm chokin'
On that fruity while this lil cutie's chokin' on me
Right down to the tonsils, them glands had to be swollen
They call me the head honcho and, man, I keep it goin'
You think it was in slow motion and I beat 'em like they stole it
'Specially rollin off a little ecstasy
I'm a hurricane sippa (Sippa)
Make 'em see stars when they call me the big dippa (Dippa)
Spit a few bars, grab my tools and I drill her (Drill her)
Jump in my car and I'm countin up my scrilla (Scrilla)
I'm a gigolo gigolo
Ya man might be aight but Ludacris is a killa though
So go and ask around you can see what its hittin' fo
Makin' ya girl beg, me and my third leg
If I'm talkin' on the phone I forgot what you said, 'cause I was
[Verse 12]
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was, she's the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly
Written by: B. Bell, Christopher Bridges, D. Carter, P Williams, R. Guy, Ramon Gooden, S. Jordan, T. Shaw

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