Tempo has reached critical level
Tempo has reached critical level

Bounce
Oh, I like you
Bounce

Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here girl, let me talk to you

Timbaland
Let me see them big diddy’s, act saddity you pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell your boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can’t hit me, he ain’t got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna 2 step wit' me, turn around rub your ass up against me
Whoa, little mama done got titsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you’re history
All you haters wit' that hoe shit miss me, I stay strapped security don’t frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafucker empty, I turn around and do the same shit next week
Come on

Timbaland & Justin Timberlake
Bounce.
Like your ass had the hiccups.
Bounce.
Like we was ridin' in my pick-up.
Bounce.
Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl you need to cheer up.
Bounce.
I got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y’all on me
Then me on y’all and y’all on me
Ménage á trois, ménage á tr-uh-uh.

Dr. Dre
Oh! There she go, just what the Doc’s been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can disappear for a week or so, yeah
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I’m Dungy yo, oh
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I’m so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and
Ain’t this money handsome? Ain’t that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you’ll see.

Timbaland & Justin Timberlake
Bounce.
Like your ass had the hiccups.
Bounce.
Like we was ridin' in my pick-up.
Bounce.
Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl you need to cheer up.
Bounce.
I got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y’all on me
Then me on y’all and y’all on me
Ménage à trois, ménage à tr-uh-uh.

Missy Elliott
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no drawers
In the club I drink it up, gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that’s your man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick…
Mmm-hmm, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fuck, and you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don’t have to do much to make you get it up
Sum Yung Ho, she worth $2, I’m worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, collars, I don’t buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I’m best when I swallow

Timbaland & Justin Timberlake
Bounce.
Like yo' ass had the hiccups.
Bounce.
Like we was ridin' in my pick-up.
Bounce.
Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl you need to cheer up.
Bounce.
I got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y’all on me
Then me on y’all and y’all on me
Ménage à trois, ménage à tr-uh-uh.

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