1.On And On
feat. Kevin Rudolf
Lyricist：AxwellJacob KasherKevin RudolfMike CarenTramar Dillard
Writer(s)：AxwellJacob KasherKevin RudolfMike CarenTramar Dillard
Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh yeah yeah yeah
All because you hot as ever
If you may lady let me play baby make my way baby
You won't like it send it back and its okay baby
You's a keeper touch of diva give me a fever
If i could freak ya give me the word and i'll be along
I said excuse me little mama if i may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But i just gotta say
I wanna be on you(on you)
I wanna be on you(on you)
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But i just gotta say i just gotta say
Girl let me touch you like nobody can(yeah girl)
Girl let me show you i'm a gentleman(uh huh)
I wanna be the one to hold your hand(oh yeah)
I just wanna be i just wanna be
Girl let me touch you like nobody can(yeah girl)
I wanna show you i'm a gentleman(uh huh)
Girl let me be the one to hold your hand(oh yeah)
I just wanna be i just wanna be
I said excuse me little mama if i may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But i just gotta say
I wanna be on you(on you)
I wanna be on you(on you)
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But i just gotta say i just gotta say
I said excuse me little mama if i may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But i just gotta say
I wanna be on you(on you)
I wanna be on you(on you)
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But i just gotta say i just gotta say
'be on you' yeah yeah yeah yeah
2.Turn Around(5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
Lyricist：Boris BlankDieter MeierJustin FranksOlle Corne？rPriscilla
PoleteStefan EngblomTramar DillardXplicit
Writer(s)：Boris BlankDieter MeierJustin FranksOlle Corne？rPriscilla
PoleteStefan EngblomTramar DillardXplicit
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Baby girl I want you look keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Mmm-Da Da
Let's go
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Shawty got it droppin' around and I'm sold
And we gotta couple of rounds of new dough
Everybody lookin' around like uh oh
Oh babe whatcha say？
Let's play
Shake it with a little bit of Beyonce
Turn around ＆ give it to me shawty get paid
Do it for them girls
They be jealous anyway
On stage I wanna be amazed
Pop that, drop that
It's yo birthday
Top that, got that
Work for this stage
Stop that, lock that
Work it in place
You the best, shawty don't be scared
Let loose get a looey like hers
You the troop get money it's yours
Back it up like that, yes sir!
Oh-oh baby want some more baby？
I love the way you do it 'cuz you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down so turn around
5,4,3,2,1 gotta make that booty go
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Mmm-Da Da
Let's go
It's your sexy that got me now
Winnin' a bet that can't shut you down
Come embrace the way you makin' it sound
Workin' the middle again
Makin' it jiggle again
Hello let's go just know
I love the way you do it
How you take it to the floor
Show 'em how you do it
Like yo ready for the flow
Baby you can do it 50 times in a row
Them rows get ready for yo pose
Lights, camera, action
Lose control
Ain't got the price these shoes are pro
All types of magic lose the clothes
Gotta party like yo girl
Make yo booty go stupid, girl
So hot that I love them grr
Off top shawty mark my words
Oh-oh baby want some more baby？
I love the way you do it 'cuz you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down so turn around
5,4,3,2,1 gotta make that booty go
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Mmm-Da Da
Let's go
I don't have the words to say
When you shake it my way
You got me st-stutterin'
How can I make you stay？
I don't have the words to say
When you shake it my way
You got me st-stutterin'
Stutterin'
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Oh-oh baby want some more baby？
I love the way you do it 'cuz you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down so turn around
5,4,3,2,1 gotta make that booty go
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Mmm-Da Da
Let's go!
3.Come With Me
Lyricist：Antario Dion HomesBruce WashingtonCarmen KeyJohn
Writer(s)：Antario Dion HomesBruce WashingtonCarmen KeyJohn
I met a lot of women on the road,
My pimping is world wide,
And everybody knows, uh,
But something about her,
Makes me wanna slow it,
Spend a little more time ,
I like that she has a mind on her,
I gotta get her,
Won't, stop till I got her,
She focus, she go to school,
She works from ten to two, he-yo,
Cus shawty, Cus Shawty, Cus Shawty's fly,
I can use someone like you by myside,
As long as your a rida,rida, I can lowa you down,
Or provider, vider, baby are you down,
So you should get to know me,
Little Mama,
So tell me , what its gonna be, little mama,
Hoppin on ride, In the passenger side,
I'll show you just how to roll,
Come kick with me tonight eh-yo,
Dont be afraid,
Everything is alright,
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no
She wanna come with me,
Little mama wanna rock and see,
What do we have here now,
Now do you ride or die tonight？,
She wanna come with me,
Little mama, wanna run, quick see,
What do we have here now,
Now do you ride or die tonight？
The perfect situation for us both,
Cus shawty you want your ground,
And I'm let cha handle mines boo,
Just tell me whatcha need, and its a go,
I love the fact that chu fine, some movie girl can we can
drive-thru ,
Foot off the pedal, like you and the stilletos, Wanna make you
the one,
Get freaky under the sun, eh-yo,
That body , that body ,that body right,
We can get straight to business everynight,
As long as you a rida, rida, I can lowa you down,
Or provida, vida, Baby are you down？ ,
So you should get to know me, Little mama,
So tell me whats it gonna be, Little Mama,
Hoppin on ride, In the passenger side,
I'll show you just how to roll,
Come kick with me tonight eh-yo,
Dont be afraid,
Everything is alright,
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no
She wanna come with me,
Little mama wanna run quick see,
What do we have here now,
Now do you ride or die tonight？,
She wanna come with me,
Little mama, wanna run, quick see,
What do we have here now,
Now do you ride or die tonight？
4.Who Dat Girl
feat. Akon
Lyricist：Benjamin LevinBruno MarsClaude KellyLukasz GottwaldPhilip
LawrenceTramar Dillard
Writer(s)：Benjamin LevinBruno MarsClaude KellyLukasz GottwaldPhilip
LawrenceTramar Dillard
Hey, Ms red Carpet
She can autograph my pockets,
Anytime, anyplace, anyway,
I'll be looking at everybody else,
Watch it,
I don't wanna de obnoxious,
But this girl worth the gossip,
Take away the smile,
The tattoos now, forever she very guard less
I imagine her topless
She might set off my rocket
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
On and poppin'
She met Mark and then
Attitude like we arguing
Return I'm gonna celebrate , glitter to my life
I should twitter this is girl, she's sparkling
Akon
She ain't no Rockstar
But she's got Groupies,
She ain't no Actress
But she makes Movies,
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
She ain't got Riches
But she's got Fashion,
She ain't a Model
But camera's Flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Hey, they wanna know my mamma's name,
Cus that where she get from,
They ain't never shot her with silicon,
Shawty is her and her she's the real one
Touch one, grab one, feel one,
I wish she would'a told me that
Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back,
Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass,
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags
Like damn, can I be yo' police badge
Pull it up, get a little cozy and
Woman is sort'a like a oldie jam,
Record some ssh,
On a playboy cam,
She ain't no actress
The movie found my matress
Rockstar, none of that practice
But still she's got fanatics
Akon
She ain't no Rockstar
But she's got Groupies,
She ain't no Actress
But she makes Movies,
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
She ain't got Riches
But she's got Fashion,
She ain't a Model
But camera's Flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Ooh ohh ohh
Look at her
Goo ooo ooo
I wanna know ooh ooh
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
She ain't no Rockstar
But she's got Groupies,
She ain't no Actress
But she makes Movies,
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
She ain't got Riches
But she's got Fashion,
She ain't a Model
But camera's Flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat gir
5.21
feat. Laza Morgan
Lyricist：Easter DeanJordan LewisJulian BunettaMatthew SamuelsTamar
DillardTyler Williams
Writer(s)：Easter DeanJordan LewisJulian BunettaMatthew SamuelsTamar
DillardTyler Williams
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club having ＊＊＊＊ of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ready and give her some.
Go ready and get a chunk
Shawty about to shut it down.
Down down down!
Comes in the air we can't put them down down down
We've got the pricks
It's going down down down!
Oh man she looks like she's ready now
Yes man let's shut it down!
Yeah shut it down like gambling
Black jack show the bet show her all the scheme
Go in there she...
... what's happening？
In the morning i'm...
Half the bottle cause she's probably a woman.
Drunk up feel better in the morning
Drank up ran out like oh oh oh
Don't want the club to get closed
Around like mile 24
When she came to the door
... what happens in the spot tonight they won't know
The birthday girl is out of control
Like her smile i'm sure for sure
Cause she's 21 years old.
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club having ＊＊＊＊ of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ready and give her some.
Go ready and get a chunk
Shawty about to shut it down.
Down down down!
Comes in the air we can't put them down down down
We've got the pricks
It's going down down down!
Oh man she looks like she's ready now
Yes man let's shut it down!
O.k. you know that what happens at the 21st b-day
Stays at the 21st b-day
Gotta go hard you don't wanna take it easy
Shut it down get a... from the d.j
One drop on the birthday girl
The beat 21 is over!
Do you...
Real talk in the...
The momma don't... like it's all about her
She don't see nobody like...
In the club telephone don't stop
Show her love how to stay in the spot.
Show...
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club having ＊＊＊＊ of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ready and give her some.
Go ready and get a chunk
Shawty about to shut it down.
Down down down!
Comes in the air we can't put them down down down
We've got the pricks
It's going down down down!
Oh man she looks like she's ready now
Yes man let's shut it down!
I'm spending money tonight
Give you the time of your life
The after party is back at my house my house!
I've got a present for you
It's waiting up in my room
But i wanna give it to you right now right now!
Who wants another round？
We're about to take them down
I'm staying back...
How you're shaking that...？
She's turning 21 the night has just begun.
We gonna be living in a...
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club having ＊＊＊＊ of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ready and give her some.
Go ready and get a chunk
Shawty about to shut it down.
Down down down!
Comes in the air we can't put them down down down
We've got the pricks
It's going down down down!
Oh man she looks like she's ready now
Yes man let's shut it down!
6.Respirator
Lyricist：Carlos McKinneyTony ScalesTramar Dillard
Writer(s)：Carlos McKinneyTony ScalesTramar Dillard
I need all my money
I want all my cash
She said I was her cousin
... ＊＊＊＊ was her man
... see all I want is
... show all the signs
I was looking for... time
... never talk about it
After party
No man with a...
You all ＊＊＊＊ wanna have some fun
She wanna love me...
See that's bad for business
Therefore I had to lie
Therefore she got to learn
I ain't going no where
For your concern girl
You got a body that will kill
Keep dancing
Girl I'll die without you
I wanna place an order
You're number one you can keep the change
Yes shorty I got the...
She works... you can leave with me
Miss independent
Til I stop breaking...
... the girl I met
Uuu back and further she can't go...
Gave me your body
Got me thinking I'm the only one
Now baby girl get the...
Should I be... my twitter
She got a man
But I wanna be with her
Girl drop it low
Pick it up
Don't stop
No no no
Take your love
And my heart my stuff
No no no
Falling in love
Up in this club
Watching them bring me
Bottles of love
Baby are you taking me home？
Girl if you don't I'll...
7.Club Can't Handle Me
feat. David Guetta
Lyricist：Carmen KeyDavid GuettaFred RiestererGio TunifortKasia
LivingstonMike CarenTramar Dillard
Writer(s)：Carmen KeyDavid GuettaFred RiestererGio TunifortKasia
LivingstonMike CarenTramar Dillard
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah)
(Haha! Can't nothin' handle me right now!)
(I see you D. Guetta... Lets get 'em!)
Hey!
I own the light and I don't need no help!
Gotta be the feeling that Scarface felt
Stuntin go wild, can't handle this plan!
Life of the club, arrogant like yeah!
Top like money, so the girls just melt
One too many, all know me like twelve
Look like cash and they all just stare
Bottles, models, standin' on chairs!
Fall out 'cause that's the business
All out, it's so ridic-lous
Zone out, so much attention
Scream out, I'm in the building(hey!)
They watchin', I know this!
I'm rockin', I'm rolling!
I'm holding, I know it!
You know it!
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah)
Hey!
Still feelin' myself, I'm like outta control
Can't stop now, more shots, let's go!
Ten more rounds, can I get a Kato？
Paparazzi trying to make me pose
Came to party till I can't no more
Celebrate, 'cause that's all I know!
Tip the groupies takin' off their clothes
Grand finale like super bowl
Go, hard! I run the show
That's right, wild, I've got money to blow
More lights, more ice, when I walk in the door
No hype, do it big all over the globe
Yeah! I said it!
Go tell it!
Confetti! Who ready？
I'm ready! You ready？
Lets get it!
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
You got me watchin' now(yeah!)
Got my attention now(yeah!)
Got everybody in the club wanting to know now
I am a ladies man
Come and be my lady and
We can both zone out!
Bring ya body here, let me switch up your atmosphere
I'll take you outta the club and up in my new lim'
Fly you around the world
(What)'chu want, baby girl？
Are you ready to go now
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
The club can't even handle me right now(Putch'yo, putch'yo hands
up!)
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
(Let's celebrate now!!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
(Putch'yo hands up!)(Yeah, yeeaaaaah)
You know who shut it down!
8.Why You Up In Here
feat. LudacrisGit FreshGucci Mane
Lyricist：Chris BridgesJerome FosterMarcus SladeRadric DavisSydne
GeorgeTramar DillardWayne Thomas
Writer(s)：Chris BridgesJerome FosterMarcus SladeRadric DavisSydne
GeorgeTramar DillardWayne Thomas
Flo-Rida
Gucci!
Bird!
I done bought all this ciroc
Now lil' mama on my jock
Staring at me up and down like when my roley's 6 o'clock
Now you know you better stop
You done heard about my squad
I am G poe boy
You either(uhh) or you not
(Hold up shawty)
Wait a minute shawty why you came
Who you know and who the ＊＊＊＊ told you to come
All up in the middle with the business unofficial
When I can't stand a chick tryna score my fun
Looking for a dude to rip you off some？
I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's
Let me look rich I wanna have his son
I sip perignon but do I look dumb
Get a job shawty turn my knob
And if it don't open up make sure you slob
My boys ...？ behind the bar
Sit back blow smoke from a Cuban cigar
What's your mission
Looks suspicious
I don't get it
No permission
Back no interest
What's the business
Shawty listen
I'm just tryna figure(figure)
Why you up in here
I'm just tryna figure(figure figure)
Why you up in here
All up in my grill
Now I ain't got no time for silly games
Got no time for silly notions
But get smacked silly for playing with my emotions
You figured you lead me on
But ＊＊＊＊ you led me out the door
Now let me lead you with a song
It goe like D yous a ＊＊＊＊
Drunk up all my conjour
Ain't even leave me with a glass
So cough up my whole bottle
Or I'm a take out your ＊＊＊＊
Cause you don't wanna see me angry
You don't like me when I'm angry
Live like Jackson 5
But get greezy like Jermaine
Be dangerous like Michael
So Tito pass the tissues
Don't test me cause I keep a clipper number 2 pistols
And you will be erased
Outta sight and outta mind
So get the ＊＊＊＊ on or my girls will wipe the floor with your
behind
I'm just tryna figure(figure)
Why you up in here
I'm just tryna figure(figure figure)
Why you up in here
All up in my grill
Why you dancing on me
Steady talking to me
When you know that you're not gonna give it to me
I'm just tryna figure(figure figure)
Why you up in here
All up in my grill
I'm not even gonna bother listening to Gucci...
I'm just tryna figure(figure)
Why you up in here
I'm just tryna figure(figure figure)
Why you up in here
All up in my grill
Why you dancing on me
Steady talking to me
When you know that you're not gonna give it to me
I'm just tryna figure(figure figure)
Why you up in here
All up in my grill
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