Ah, whoa, whoa, whoa girl I got ya sweat
I got the Trojan keep me strap
And let me freak the funky body all the way down to Manhattan, uh
In ya thang, we jet, we out the way I'm doin' my thing
I hurt ya feelings so good ya might think I'm kind of strange, what yes
But anyway it's Mr. Dalvin on the case
I got ya drippin from ya ankles, from ya thighs, to ya freakin' face
We're good and ready when all ya want is sweaty
Let me run around the party, just like I be witcha dirty, uh
James
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