I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot

Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas

Car behind me on my ass, speed pass

Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance

Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's

You screaming "hey yo", you don't got a chance

Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand

Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand

Cause, me, I'm free to choose

It's possible to leave with you

When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you

Let's ride

At one I arrive

Walked past the line

Damn his ass is fine

Some guy now we up in the spot

Watch

Place hot

Couple of bottles champagne popped

And that's how we doing it now

I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd



Chorus x2

I was wondering if I could take you home

Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home



It's around 2 A.M.

The mood is trend

The club is snug

I see him watching, love is love

Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance

Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand

I'm looking over her

Sorry but I'm waiting for this man

Is what I told her, so she could leave

No breaking up my plans

No time for talking about shows

Or dates that I could host

Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes

My girls laughing

They see me already imagining

He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him

I answered him

He took my hand with him

Dancing close

I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke

He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach

He must want it

And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted

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