Timbaland Ft. Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Missy Elliott – The Party Anthem
Letra de The Party Anthem de Timbaland Ft. Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Missy Elliott
One, two, one, two
I said one, two, one, two
Everybody hands up in the air
One, two, one, two,
Let me see your drinks up in the air
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
It’s that modern day Tony Stark, biggest dog in the game with the biggest bark
Money, money, money, money don’t make the man
Man make the money with the biggest master plan
I got the, got the, got the, got these nig*as going nuts
Raising bottles in the air, the money they throwing up
My peep, my peep, my peep, my peeps my gang, boy
When it’s all said and done I’m hall of fame boy
I’m riding, riding, riding, riding in a new ghost
With my business partner, nah, not White Wed French folks
Call me, call me, call me, call me “Tim: The Party Man”
Be in the clubs and radio all on one command
Now show your hands
Okay (okay), let’s get it jumping (let’s get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping?
Them tweeters tweaking
I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move’s up and down (down)
Hey (hey), give me a bottle and a fu*king cup
Fu*k that cup, I’m about to turn that bottle up
Cause I cam here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move’s up and down (down)
I heard somebody said he wasn’t dead yet
They should’ve never said that
Young Tunechi got the game down Pat Sajak
Even though I’m paid in full, all I want is Payback
Man, fu*k these nig*as. Pause.
I spray king kill the world and fu*k them all in my cigars
I make them mother fu*kers bow down, no applause
All of my goons wired up like broken jaws
I rep that mother fu*king red flag put you in a dead bag
I get bread you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bag
And my letters is Y M, shout out Stunna and Slim
I’m fu*king with Tim and my girl, I’m fu*king her friend
Tunech!
Okay (okay), let’s get it jumping (let’s get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping?
Them tweeters tweaking
I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move’s up and down (down)
Hey (hey), give me a bottle and a fu*king cup
Fu*k that cup, I’m about to turn that bottle up
Cause I cam here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move’s up and down (down)
This country bit*h from Virginia
See the way the crowd go wild when Misdemeanor ’bout to enter
Everybody better bow down when I step up to the mic; front and center
Say I’m too old to rap, I’ll be rapping til I wear dentures
Yeah, hello haters
You mad? Pick your chin up
What did I say about running your mouth? You better respect your mentors
I’m so relentless flow colder than the winters
I’m pretty in the face and I should pose for a pin-up (I drink my gin up)
I’m on the mic, I’m back with Tim
We looking good like working out up in the gym
Anybody wanna see us? Competition? We don’t see’m
Ain’t nothing change, we ahead of the game above the rim
This how we do it
Okay (okay), let’s get it jumping (let’s get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping?
Them tweeters tweaking
I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move’s up and down (down)
Hey (hey), give me a bottle and a fu*king cup
Fu*k that cup, I’m about to turn that bottle up
Cause I cam here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move’s up and down (down)
One, two, one, two
I said One, two, one, two
Everybody hands up in the air
One, two, one, two,
Let me see your drinks up in the air
One, two, one, two.
Timbaland Ft. Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Missy Elliot – The Party Anthem
Letra de The Party Anthem de Timbaland Ft. Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Missy Elliot
1, 2, 1, 2
1, 2, 1, 2
Everybody hands up in the air
1, 2, 1, 2
Let me see your drinks up in the air
1, 2, 1, 2
It’s the modern day tony stark
Biggest dog in the game with the biggest bark
Money, money, money, money don’t make the man
Man make the money with the biggest that’s the plan
I gotta, gotta, gotta got these nig*as going nuts
Raisin bottles in the air money they throwing up
Peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my game boy
When its all said and done, I’m hall of fame boy
I’m riding, riding, riding, riding in that new ghost
With my business partner with french folks
Call me, call me, call me, call me Tim the party man
Being in the clubs and radio all in one command
Now show your hands
Ok, ok lets get it jumping
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping?
Tweekers tweaking man,
I came hear to party pass the cup around
Put your hands in the air, move em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and fu*kin cup
Fu*k that cup, I’m bout to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move em up and down
I heard somebody said he wasn’t dead yet
They should of never said that
Young tunechi got the game down pat sajek
Even though I’m paid in full, all I want is payback
Man fu*k these nig*as, pause
I sprinkle kill the world and fu*k em all in my cigars
I make the motherfu*kers bow down, no applause
And all my goons wired up like broken jaws
I rep that motherfu*kin red flag put you in a dead bag
I get bread, you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bag
My letters is ym, shout out my man slim
I’m fu*kin with timb and my girl, I’m fu*kin her friends
Ok, ok let’s get it jumping
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping?
Tweekers tweaking man,
I came hear to party pass the cup around
Put your hands in the air, move em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and fu*kin cup
Fu*k that cup, I’m bout to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move em up and down
(Lets go) country bitch from Virginia
See the way the crowd go wild when mister meana about to enter
Everybody better bow down when I step up to the mic, front and center
Sayin im too old to rap, I’ll be rapping til I wear dentures
Yeah, hello haters
You mad? Pick your chin up
What I say about running your mouth?
You better respect your mentors
I’m so relentless, four colder than a winters
I’m pretty in the face, and i should pose for a pin up
I drank my gin up
I’m on the mic, I’m back with Tim
We looking good like working out up in the gym
Everybody wanna see us competition, we don’t see em
Aint nothing change, we ahead of the game above the rim
This how we do
Ok, ok lets get it jumping
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping?
Tweekers tweaking man,
I came hear to party pass the cup around
Put your hands in the air, move em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and fu*kin cup
Fu*k that cup, I’m bout to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move em up and down
Send “the party anthem” ringtone to your cell
1, 2, 1, 2
Everybody hands up in the air
1, 2, 1, 2
Lemme see your drinks up in the air
1, 2, 1, 2.
Timbaland – White Wedding
Letra de White Wedding de Timbaland
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
It’s a great day for a white wedding
Oh oh oh oh
It’s a great day for a white wedding
Oh oh oh oh
It’s a great day for a white wedding
Oh oh oh oh
It’s a great day for a white wedding
Great day (great day)
It’s what we do best (best, best)
But I got this craving (craving)
For the down my chest
(But I love) the world, the world
Timberland is the vindicator to win
I can’t forget
All girls (all girls), do what you do, do better
And that this
Move that body, move that, move that body
Move that body, move that, move that body
Move that body, move that, move that body
Move that body, move that, move that body
Here we go
Pump it off this time now!
Make your love resound
Scream ‘till you break your vocal parts
Now let me here it now, now, let me hear it!
A little, little, a little, a little more, more
A little, little, I love when I hear it loud
A little, little, a little more!
It’s crazy! No sleep, no rest
It’s crazy, it’s what we’re about to get
I think you should, take notes, because I’m not finished yet
I’m talking with, all girls (all girls)
Do what you do, you do best
And that this
Move that body, move that, move that body
Move that body, move that, move that body
Move that body, move that, move that body
Move that body, move that, move that body
Here we go
Pump it off this time now!
Make your love resound
Scream ‘till you break your vocal parts
Now let me here it now, now, let me hear it!
A little, little, a little, a little more, more
A little, little, I love when I hear it loud
A little, little, little more!
I love when I hear it real!
I love when I hear it real!
I love when I hear it real!
A little, little, a little, a little oh oh.
Timbaland Ft. Sebastian – Retro
Letra de Retro de Timbaland Ft. Sebastian
Dj play me, don’t, got me in the mood, the mood, mood
Dj play me, don’t, got me in the mood, the mood, mood
Dj, dj, dj got me in the mood, the mood, mood
Hello, disk jockey turn up all my levels
I need to let go, let go, let go
Hello, disk jockey play me something special
I know it’s retro, retro, retro
Disk jockey play me something retro, retro, retro
Disk jockey play me something retro, retro, retro
Vero Wayne, Hugo Boss
Top designers, I know em all
But I know something particular
Can’t find em all, so you’re kinda lost
Some some vintage that you pause
Stand in the mirror then your ears applause
Like oh my lord, like oh my lord
You all too kind like oh my lord
Hit the club get a couple broads
Arrange them girls from short to tall
From big to small, to the dark skin ones
To the elder Boss
Y’all mix more than the dj spin
Damn shame, that it come to this
Hello, disk jockey turn up all my levels
I need to let go, let go, let go
Hello, disk jockey play me something special
I know it’s retro, retro, retro
Disk jockey play me something retro, retro, retro
Disk jockey play me something retro, retro, retro
She got the aqua with the covering that’s a Louie finish
She got a playlist mixed with rick James and some Jimi Hendrix
And let me just presume, you don’t do hotel rooms
Y’all girls insane can perfect pitch, just like an auto tune
I’m so Konichiwa, they loco like they mob
We in the same club but a different world like Whitney Brah
We moving similar, because the dj sucks
He just been playing the same old song until like
Hello, disk jockey turn up all my levels
I need to let go, let go, let go
Hello, disk jockey play me something special
I know it’s retro, retro, retro
Disk jockey play me something retro, retro, retro
Disk jockey play me something retro, retro, retro
This ain’t no attack on the dj’s man
But when I’m in the club, I wanna bounce
I wanna bounce, I wanna bounce
I wanna bounce, I wanna bounce
¿So why share like why care?
Cause all these girls is standing here
They tryina get loose and dance in here
Not break a nail just shake the tail
So dj, don’t delay, play something that you replay
Whatever you do, don’t take too long
Like come one dj, play the song.
Timbaland Ft. Petey Pablo & Sebastian – Redbone
Letra de Redbone de Timbaland Ft. Petey Pablo & Sebastian
Got a redbone, she look tropic
Fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
Got these nig*as bobble like some bobbleheadds
I’m that nig*a so I kill em dead
Anything in the field, on the trap
Rat rat, drop like led
Who is that your friend, and she kinda cute
She ain’t got that booty that hit booming like you do
Cause I gotta be in here, with the again, if you want to
Cause you know a nig*a want to
Ain’t nobody like you
So baby tell me what you really wanna do
Booty big, oh kemosabe, sex so good, gotta tell somebody
Smack it on your ass, bout to call me papi
Take it to the floor, let me see you get naughty
Bring it back up, do it all again
Take you to the crib, and you can bring your friend
With this you can get the
Got a redbone, she look tropic
Fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
One thing you should know about me
That I keep them big booty redbone girls all around me
Only take a one big boody redbone, shopping
Picture me spending all this money on these hoes, not me
Used to hump all week, in my computer love by roger trap man
If you see one of my immigrants, they looking good, and never sloppy
Ball nig*a, straight hating, but the fascinating this is they bout this
They all in the gym doing yoga, but a lot of them like pilates
Catch em in the club with a drink in hand and getting that sh*t cranking, popping, popping
Like I can make it rain, drink, I can make it stain
Trick, throwing money in the air like monopoly
All of them telling me to pour champagne all over they
Got a redbone, she look tropic
Fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
I got a redbone that’s popping
Husband off in the army
She love we both in common
How we both love to be bonding
Exploding all in her booty
Her hand all in Gucci
With a cucci oh so juicy
Keep the condom, oh so gooey
Redbone is popping, from jail you keep calling
Dummy behind the glass, they should place you in even markets
While I’m fu*king her mentality, impregnating her brain
You’re shooting blank mans, you’re …
Redbone is popping, no gabi flex no stopping
They banking off my wins, I snatch em down like I’m Rodman
Long pipes for long nights, tall yeah, great heights
Just how I get them
Got a redbone, she look tropic
Fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
I got redbones all through the towns
Set em up and then knock em down
Mount high, how you like me now
Climax before you hit the ground
Petey Pete, don’t fu*k around
Long wood, about a half of pound
Ask more, they’ll tell you bout it
I’m a bad man like Leroy brown
Huh, that ever hit the scene
Think I ain’t then place your bet
Baby bring me that money bag
Redbone like a red vet
Red hair with that pussy
Red marks on her red neck
And she fu*k wailing like rough sex
Got a bunch of baby mamas
I ain’t got no kid by none of them
All I do is supply the goods,
And feel me all up in they stomach
And I drop them off and I’m gunning
Hit the ground and keep running
Later gonn come back for more
Because you can’t stay away from it
Got a redbone, she look tropic
Fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
Got a redbone, she look tropic
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping
She fu*k me right then she shopping.
Missy Elliott Ft. Timbaland – Triple Threat (Traducida)
Letra en español de Triple Threat de Missy Elliott Ft. Timbaland
Original
Damn
I’ma make you dance, you dance I’m a triple threat
I’ma make you bounce bounce bounce so hard until you break your head
I’ma keep it drunk, and drunk I’ma space for that
From Letra-Lyrics.com
It’s so hard hard hard that you barely fell it in your chest
Mi-mi-missy and I and I we we music beat
Ten years later watch the do do we reconnect
A hundred and twenty millions old soul and them nig*as bad
I bet you see how many nig*as how they they can do do that
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I say missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple lead in our cup
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I bet that one lead, two lead, in my cup margarita
Roll u in my two seat I’m a pretty diva call me senorita
Have you seen a new medina I don't do grass but I’m a mister mina
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I'm so fresh I front the cleaner triple threat rap dance and I’m a singer
Get the finger, middle finger me to my let a new
Bottle bingin he's like being in
Timby and I throwin up, whatever we do here we blow
He so hot so popular, I told you we can't mess it up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple lead in our cup
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Let's go!
Guess who back yet on the desk
I'm that chick, 'cause I’m a triple threat
Two fifty mill and who can top that
I slap who ever said I’m unrelevant
Got em pissed them man and I’m upset
Music there we make it resurrect
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Watch our step you better come correct
If you go get such you're gonna lose your bed
Up the bed and tell me who's next
Nasty flow call it triple ass
Got my drink I’m sipping all that
I'll fake her that's a fake Rolex
Timmy and I throw it up, whatever we drink show up blow up
See this leader in our cup
We VIP when we roll up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Yeah
Yeah
Check!
Now I’m in the 9th inning,
Thought I fell off, I ain’t quite finish
Yeah I’m bout to put my foot in it
Talk with it, walk with it I’m no gim it yeah
2012 there’ll be no games
Real rap, real bars, I’m not playing’
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Haters all lane you are missing thing
I’m a beast and above I’m just sayin
Yeah I make em wanna get loud
Duck with it, buck with it, let’s go
Every time I spit around it’s a sick flow
From Letra-Lyrics.com
The new comers better seat back and take no, yeah
They say my time
Here I come better run take what’s mine
Bout to let off like it takes nine
This rhyme gonna make and push re-whyne, yeah
Yeah I’m so hot, up on the charts number one spot
See me when I drop when I won’t flop
From Letra-Lyrics.com
This will never stop got the music get all loud
Wanna get served, you third you second but I come first
Flip my verse like I flip burst
I’m fat, yes sir
From Letra-Lyrics.com
We hitmakin, hitbreakin, partyshakin, innovative
Groundbreakin, so creative
We be the most anticipated
We hitmakin, hitbreakin, partyshakin, innovative
Groundbreakin, so creative
We be the most anticipated.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Traducción
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Missy Elliott Ft. Timbaland – Triple Threat
Letra de Triple Threat de Missy Elliott Ft. Timbaland
Damn
I’ma make you dance, you dance I’m a triple threat
I’ma make you bounce bounce bounce so hard until you break your head
I’ma keep it drunk, and drunk I’ma space for that
From Letra-Lyrics.com
It’s so hard hard hard that you barely fell it in your chest
Mi-mi-missy and I and I we we music beat
Ten years later watch the do do we reconnect
A hundred and twenty millions old soul and them nig*as bad
I bet you see how many nig*as how they they can do do that
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I say missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple lead in our cup
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I bet that one lead, two lead, in my cup margarita
Roll u in my two seat I’m a pretty diva call me senorita
Have you seen a new medina I don't do grass but I’m a mister mina
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I'm so fresh I front the cleaner triple threat rap dance and I’m a singer
Get the finger, middle finger me to my let a new
Bottle bingin he's like being in
Timby and I throwin up, whatever we do here we blow
He so hot so popular, I told you we can't mess it up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple leader in our cup
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
Missy and I going up, triple lead in our cup
Triple leader in our cup, triple leader in our cup
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Let's go!
Guess who back yet on the desk
I'm that chick, 'cause I’m a triple threat
Two fifty mill and who can top that
I slap who ever said I’m unrelevant
Got em pissed them man and I’m upset
Music there we make it resurrect
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Watch our step you better come correct
If you go get such you're gonna lose your bed
Up the bed and tell me who's next
Nasty flow call it triple ass
Got my drink I’m sipping all that
I'll fake her that's a fake Rolex
Timmy and I throw it up, whatever we drink show up blow up
See this leader in our cup
We VIP when we roll up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Yeah
Yeah
Check!
Now I’m in the 9th inning,
Thought I fell off, I ain’t quite finish
Yeah I’m bout to put my foot in it
Talk with it, walk with it I’m no gim it yeah
2012 there’ll be no games
Real rap, real bars, I’m not playing’
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Haters all lane you are missing thing
I’m a beast and above I’m just sayin
Yeah I make em wanna get loud
Duck with it, buck with it, let’s go
Every time I spit around it’s a sick flow
From Letra-Lyrics.com
The new comers better seat back and take no, yeah
They say my time
Here I come better run take what’s mine
Bout to let off like it takes nine
This rhyme gonna make and push re-whyne, yeah
Yeah I’m so hot, up on the charts number one spot
See me when I drop when I won’t flop
From Letra-Lyrics.com
This will never stop got the music get all loud
Wanna get served, you third you second but I come first
Flip my verse like I flip burst
I’m fat, yes sir
From Letra-Lyrics.com
We hitmakin, hitbreakin, partyshakin, innovative
Groundbreakin, so creative
We be the most anticipated
We hitmakin, hitbreakin, partyshakin, innovative
Groundbreakin, so creative
We be the most anticipated.
Letra / Lyrics
Missy Elliott Ft. Timbaland – 9th Inning
Letra de 9th Inning de Missy Elliott Ft. Timbaland
Yeah, yeah, check this
Now I’m in the 9th inning
Thought I fell off, ain’t quite finished
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Yeah, I’m about to put my foot in it, talk with it, and walk with it
I’m no gimmick
2012 there’ll be no games, real rap, real pause, I’m not playing
Haters y’all lame, you won’t miss a thing
I’m a beast in a booth, I’m just sayin’
Yeah, I make ‘em wanna get low
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Duck with it, buck with it, let’s go
Every time I spin around, it’s a sick flow
You newcomers better sit back and stay low
Yeah, this here my time
Yeah I’ve come better run, this my time
Bite the dead off like a tick line
This line don’t make ‘em push rewind
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Yeah I’m so hot, up on the charts, number one spot
You see me when I drop, and I won’t flop
To never stop, got the music game on yeah
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Wanna get served?
You third, you second, but I get first
I flip my verse like I flip purse
I’m fine, yes sir!
Hit-maker, Hit-breaker, party-shaker, innovator
Ground-breaker, show-creator, we be the most and disobey it
Party-shaker, Ground-breaker, soul-creator.
Letra / Lyrics
Missy Elliott Ft. Timbaland – 9th Inning (Traducida)
Letra en español de 9th Inning de Missy Elliott Ft. Timbaland
Original
Yeah, yeah, check this
Now I’m in the 9th inning
Thought I fell off, ain’t quite finished
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Yeah, I’m about to put my foot in it, talk with it, and walk with it
I’m no gimmick
2012 there’ll be no games, real rap, real pause, I’m not playing
Haters y’all lame, you won’t miss a thing
I’m a beast in a booth, I’m just sayin’
Yeah, I make ‘em wanna get low
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Duck with it, buck with it, let’s go
Every time I spin around, it’s a sick flow
You newcomers better sit back and stay low
Yeah, this here my time
Yeah I’ve come better run, this my time
Bite the dead off like a tick line
This line don’t make ‘em push rewind
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Yeah I’m so hot, up on the charts, number one spot
You see me when I drop, and I won’t flop
To never stop, got the music game on yeah
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Wanna get served?
You third, you second, but I get first
I flip my verse like I flip purse
I’m fine, yes sir!
Hit-maker, Hit-breaker, party-shaker, innovator
Ground-breaker, show-creator, we be the most and disobey it
Party-shaker, Ground-breaker, soul-creator.
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Timbaland Ft. Ne-Yo – Hands In The Air
Letra de Hands In The Air de Timbaland y Ne-Yo
Hey baby girl, looking all grown up
I wanna know where did you come from
The heat begin to I warm up
And we’re about to go in plane
Let’s party hard, and just move something
The vibe is right and it goes, goes, goes on like you
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Such a beautiful crowd
We’re standing on chairs with our hands up in the air
Girls getting real loud
They’re blowing in the wind
We’re standing on chair with the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
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If you’re standing on them soft couch cushions
Careful not to break your concentration
Maintain sexy as she maintains balance
Balance, if you fall, baby girl it won’t be cute at all
Drinking, you look me roughly in the eye
Only comes dancing, holding on
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Plus you’re the music, plus you’re the light
Equals one hell of a night, and now I’m talking about
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Such a beautiful crowd
We’re standing on chairs with our hands up in the air
Girls getting real loud
They’re blowing in the wind
From Letra-Lyrics.com
We’re standing on chair with the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
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I got my eyes closed
Jumping up and down, baby I’m
I got my eyes closed
Listen to the sounds so hypnotizing
And I bet before the night in
I won’t find one
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Take her home, get it the next morning
Baby girl, give me that one more before you go!
I got my eyes closed (baby I got my)
I got my eyes closed (baby I got my)
I got my eyes closed (baby I got my)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Such a beautiful crowd
We’re standing on chairs with our hands up in the air
Girls getting real loud
They’re blowing in the wind
We’re standing on chair with the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air.
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