PISTOL ON THE DANCE FLOOR Lyrics by T.I.
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, I got
Well, I got (Mr. Hanky)
Uh
I got my pistol on the dance floor
Lil’ mama tryna show me where my hand go
I got her grabbin’ on my pants like a handle
She wanna get that ass wet like a candle
She said she wanna hump twice like a camel
She got them toes pretty white, Louis sandals
She said she with it, I said, “Give me an example”
Said she already had plans she could cancel, huh (King)
She said she wanna fuck with us, but her man crazy
I told her meet me in the cut like a band-aid
Now me and all these pretty women in my man cave
Man, you’da thought we hit the playoffs how we ran plays
Don’t know no other way to say it, I’m the shit, dog
My name Clifford, I done always been a big dog
I ran the game, got ’em puzzled like a jigsaw
She grindin’ on me, tryin’ not to let the blick fall
I got my, I got my pistol on the dance floor
Lil’ mama tryna show me where my hand go
I got her grabbin’ on my pants like a handle
She wanna get that ass wet like a candle
She said she wanna hump twice like a camel
She got them toes pretty white, Louis sandals
She said she with it, I said, “Give me an example”
Said she already had plans she could cancel, huh
.40 cal’ on my waistline
With these broads two-steppin’ to the bassline
She say her friend wanna come, hit her FaceTime
And I’ma leave her, that’s a Scorpio what they sign
She got a man, but he don’t know how to deal with her
I just come and let her chill with a real nigga
And don’t start no trouble, won’t make none
Pretty titties, nipples dark like Akon
Huh, I let her do her damn thing, poppin’ champagne
Just sick of goin’ back and forth with a damn lame
Been dancin’ on me, dutty wine for an hour
I bet she wonderin’ what she feelin’ through my trousers
I got my, I got my pistol on the dance floor
Lil’ mama tryna show me where my hand go
I got her grabbin’ on my pants like a handle
She wanna get that ass wet like a candle
She said she wanna hump twice like a camel
She got them toes pretty white, Louis sandals
She said she with it, I said, “Give me an example”
Said she already had plans she could cancel
Don’t stop, can’t make us
You the birthday shawty, get paper
Don’t stop, let’s do it
You the birthday shawty, get to it
Don’t stop, can’t make us
You the birthday shawty, get paper
Don’t stop, let’s do it
You the birthday shawty, get to it
I got my pistol on the dance floor
Lil’ mama tryna show me where my hand go
I got her grabbin’ on my pants like a handle
She wanna get that ass wet like a candle
She said she wanna hump twice like a camel
She got them toes pretty white, Louis sandals
She said she with it, I said, “Give me an example”
Said she already had plans she could cancel