ROBIN THICKE - She's Gangsta lyrics

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All i wanted to do was get up and give love a chance

All i wanted to do was get it up and give love a chance

Ooo looking at you i got energy up in my pants

All i wanted to do was get up and get with you

In the bathroom

I'm high

The cocktail waitress

She's a nice girl, an ice girl

She blings like Vegas

When the phone bell rings

The cat bird sings

In the van gets famous

Pour some tricks on my plate

Here we go now

To the hotel, we don't tell Nathan

She's a leg long, a shoe fly

The worlds whole favorite

Gets a big deal done

Hot like butter

If she wants she takes it

Pour some tricks on my plate ego

All I really know is she's gangsta

I don't want to leave yet

Who knows of what she'll think of next

Plays pink guitar

Walks around me in bed

Runs her fingers through my hair

Likes the angels out my window

One of the fools

Winks that i won't do her best

Then she tells me whose it is

Lights go off and on and off and on and on

When we got in the car we get out of hand

She invited me places i came to fast

Now i'm calling her all the time

But she won't make no plans

All i wanted to do

Was get up in it with you

All i really know is she's gangsta

Man go out and vote she's gangsta

I don't want to leave yet

Who knows what she'll think of next