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    La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

    Just got up in this party, tipsy off this Bacardi
    'Bout to take this flight so high, say: Bye-bye
    We up in here all night, and my girl like: Hey, that's my song
    'Cause I'm feelin' fine, so fine, so fine

    All my girls that feel me, say: Okay
    In the club, you hear me, say: Okay
    Feelin' good (feelin' good), feelin' great (feelin' great)
    I look good (I look good), don't hate (don't hate)
    If the fella's feelin' you, say (Oh, yeah)
    And if you’re likin' what your dude's sayin' (oh, yeah)
    Feelin' good (feelin' good), feelin' great (feelin' great)
    I look good (I look good), don't hate (don't hate)

    All my girls, get your hair fixed
    And your nails done
    Put your hands up and say: Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    You get a drink, get another one
    Make him pay for it
    Put it in the air and say: Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    Okay (okay), okay (okay)

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    Your hands all on my booty, two-stepping in my Gucci
    They're like: Go girl (go girl), go girl (go girl), go girl (go girl)
    You like the way I shake it, you wanna see me naked
    This could be your night, your night, your night

    All my girls that feel me, say: Okay
    In the club, you hear me, say: Okay
    Feelin' good (feelin' good), feelin' great (feelin' great)
    I look good (I look good), don't hate (don't hate)
    If the fella's feelin' you, say (oh, yeah)
    And if you’re likin' what your dude's sayin' (oh, yeah)
    Feelin' good (feelin' good), feelin' great (feelin' great)
    I look good (I look good), don't hate (don't hate)

    All my girls, get your hair fixed
    And your nails done
    Put your hands up and say: Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    You get a drink, get another one
    Make him pay for it
    Put it in the air and say: Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    Okay (okay), okay (okay)

    What's happenin', shorty? I'm Sean Paul, lemme holla atcha'
    What I gotta do, throw a couple dolla's atcha'?
    Lift my arm, show my wrists, tell ya that I ball?
    Pick you up in Benz and take ya to the mall and all?
    Here’s my number, shorty, in case you want the street thang
    Look me up, I’ll introduce you to a new game
    Show you where I hang, girl, you'll be my sweet thang
    I love your style, love your nails and your tight jeans

    I'm whatchu' call a playa, baby, how you love dat? (How you love dat?)
    A Young Blood feelin' good and never laid-back (never laid-back)
    Always run with that Goose and never conjac
    And keep my ears to these streets 'cause that's where home at
    So, what’s shaking in this party? Po' a drink up
    And to my ladies lookin' good, throw yo' hands up
    Now, where my fella's at? You know how we get crunk
    So, DJ, spin it back for me, now, stomp

    All my girls, get your hair fixed
    And your nails done
    Put your hands up and say: Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    You get a drink, get another one
    Make him pay for it
    Put it in the air and say: Okay (okay), okay (okay)
    Okay (okay), okay (okay)

    La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

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    Composition: T.W. Hale

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