Albert Kick feat. Jason Rene - Black (From the Waist Down) | Текст песни

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• Albert Kick feat. Jason Rene
• Black (From the Waist Down)

Your boyfriend is so posh and his family found Ferrari,
when his stocks are on the rise you love to chase that pace,
Do you prefer his Rolex? or his motherf**kin' pretty face.

In the club, on the floor I want some more, I'm waiting for a sign,
While you drink up expensive vodka, straight to V.I.P no line,
I've got to grab your attention, locked on your sex appeal,
But will you really love me? I don't have nothing to steal.

No Harley, no money, no single family home,
no Mac, no Windows, no Iphone, no Droid.

But I do have something special baby,
that your boyfriend will never ever own...

I'm Black from the waist down
Black from the waist down

Put your hands down,
slide your hands, baby,
Put your hands down,
slide your hands (ahhhhhh)

Put your hands down,
slide your hands, baby,
Put your hands down,
slide your hands (ahhhhhh)

Your boyfriend is so posh and his family found Ferrari,
when his stocks are on the rise you love to chase that pace,
Do you prefer his Rolex? or his motherf**kin' pretty face.

In the club, on the floor I want some more, I'm waiting for a sign,
While you drink up expensive vodka, straight to V.I.P no line,
I've got to grab your attention, locked on your sex appeal,
But will you really love me? I don't have nothing to steal.

No Gucci, no Porsche, no steeds or fancy horse,
no jet, to Ibiza, no art or Mona Lisa,
no tennis, no yacht, no sweater with a knot,
no golf, no skiing, no platinum diamond ring.

But I do have something special baby,
that your boyfriend will never ever own...

I'm Black from the waist down
Black from the waist down

I'm Black from the waist down

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