BROOKLYN ZU - Party With The Zu lyrics

rate me

Yeah I wanna date you, huh Missy?

Can I date you, date you?

Can I go out on a date with you?

Can I spoil you? Feed you?

Can I go out on a date with you?

If you wanna party with the Zu ma

Let's get this party started

Drunk up in the VIP ma

Let's get this party started

Back that thing against the wall now

Bend down and touch the floor

Whoa, never seen a thing shaped like that ma

Bend down and touch ya toes

Hey sexy, see ya smell so sweet

And them thongs you wear shows ya ass cheek

You in the club like a freak, and ya job is police

So won't you drop it down and touch ya feet?

Let's pop some bottles, the kind that burn when you swallow

And all ya girlfriends, they lookin' like models

Treat us like celebrities from the time that we get out the car to the VIP

What you drinkin' ma? See I like what you're wearin' and it's fittin' ya ma

See you sexy in appeal, I could picture me ma

I got mirrors on my ceil' when I'm hittin' ya ma

When I'm hittin' ya ma, dang it...

Zu mackin', step up in the club

Lookin' for that girl nails done and feed scrubbed

Her elegance, got a thug issue

We was stuck on the island like Ginger with Phil again

Hulk adrenaline, got her ass bendin'

Her waist cuffed, better feel, oh Mr. Pelican

Zu backward man means under your zucinni

Persperation from this dance got that thing stringy

Keep it there ma, let me know what you drinkin'

Don't stop ma, how many chips before I'm hittin' it?

You right there ma, girl I'm not kiddin'

Swerve in a Suburban with an ass like Free's

Yeah let's take her to the crib, yeah that girl in the pink

(Come here) We could sex on the covers of this mink

Kitchen table or the bathroom sink

What do you think? Don't act like ya shit don't stink

Can you get me somethin' to eat? Chick, I'll buy you a Frank

Lemme play with ya hair while ya head down there

See I hope that you share, I got my man right here

You scared? You like it in the front or the rear? Say yeah

Keep it there ma, let me know what you drinkin'

Don't stop ma, how many chips before I'm hittin' it?

You right there ma, girl I'm not kiddin'

Swerve in a Suburban with an ass like Free's

Yes, club night, bottle pops, model hops

I look at the room right, look at knees right

And she's like now (Go down baby)

I'm like, "LL, yo slow down baby... whoa! "