Blame The Booty
Call, me
Now, call me later, tell me if I really care
If you think that you know me then prove it
If you were tote bag filled with beach toys
I would take you to the mall and try to (Lose it)
Hop on my moped, we can go thirty miles per hour
After that hour
Give me roses, candy, chips and flowers
I know you've got a crush but what can I do
I prefer a little loving with my marinated tofu
On my giant trampoline I go:
"Bounce bounce"
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
On my giant trampoline I go:
"Bounce bounce"
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
Holler if you hear me, (Holla) (Holla)
Holler if you fear me, (Holla) (Holla)
Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah
Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie
Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah
Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie
A case of corn-fed, un-wed, drop dead girl
Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart
Hold up, hold up
Please don't hate 'cause I play with game
And I tease them with bait (Fo' sure)
Me and you, on a blanket for two
You crack open a liter of Sahara Mist
You speak of my beauty and how you're enchanted
You promise me above-ground pools and every wish how you'll grant it
And every Heartland honey just loves to please
Those corn-fed girls in the Wal-Mart jeans
On my giant trampoline I go:
"Bounce bounce"
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
On my giant trampoline I go:
"Bounce bounce"
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
Holler if you hear me (Holla) (Holla)
Holler if you fear me (Holla) (Holla)
Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah
Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie
Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah
Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie
A case of corn-fed, un-wed, drop dead girl
Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart
'Cause if you're looking for a lady
One that you can call your baby
And if you're looking to spoil me, royally, oily, and constantly
I'm not playing hard to get (No)
I'm just hard to get
My booty
Guilty
Of booty loveliness
On my giant trampoline I go:
"Bounce bounce"
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
On my giant trampoline I go:
"Bounce bounce"
You fall in love with every ounce, ounce
Holler if you hear me (Holla) (Holla)
Holler if you fear me (Holla) (Holla)
Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah
Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie
Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah
Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie
A case of corn-fed, un-wed, drop dead girl
Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart
