Jennifer Lopez On The Floor ft. Pitbull PARODY! - Key of Awesome #37!! Songtext
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Jennifer Lopez On The Floor ft. Pitbull PARODY! - Key of Awesome #37!! Songtext
J-Lo, my name ain′t on the list
Come down here, and tell 'em I′m with you
It's a new infestation
This is a Wow Wow Wubsy
Of Bridge tunnel people
Get off the floor, drunky, lay on your side, dummy
Let me introduce you, to the skanks and douche-bags in the soul-destroying line at the club
I'm confused (confused)
And I don′t really know, when I get off the train, which exit to use (to use)
Drives me insane, they all look the same, which one do I choose? (choose)
My G.P.S. is a big ′ole mess, and I ruined my shoes (shoes)
Tripped and fell on my ass, and all the children laughed, now I got a big bruise (bruise)
What the hell did I do to deserve this abuse?
Damn, ple-ple-ple-please, check the list again
I gotta go meet my friend, Dolly
If you ain't fabulous, you will be ignored
When dancing, be aware of people with sores
I think we need a clean up in aisle four
Point and laugh at the poor
They can′t get in the door
Pits stink when the creeps put their drinks up
Leave your dignity and shame at the door
Squeeze your size ten butt into a size four
So many tools here, it's like a hardware store
The roofies, the guidos, dancin′ like they're spastic
The stinky cheap cologne, the sexual harassment (Dali)
Piss your cash away on twenty-dollar cosmos at the club
Pick up your phone J-Lo, it′s Pitbull; Llamame
Trust me when I say, you'll never bang the shot girl at the club
Not if I don't get inside I won′t, Dalai
I′ve got such a big butt that, when I dance, it hits the floor
Yo, true dat, I can hear that badonkadonk from outside
La-la-la-la, I don't feel like writing lyrics anymore
Fa-la-la-la, la
This shit is whack, son, I′m getting pissed
I'm about to give this mother trucker my fist
I ain′t askin' for permission, man, I insist
Ah, dude, you′re breakin' my wrist
Ow, ow-ow, ow, that hurts
Why you gotta go and get blood on my shirt?
I ain't never been a fighter, but I am a lover
Fine, you win, I′ll pay the cover
I finally got inside, now it′s time to do the booty slap
(This is the last call for alcohol, y'all) Say, what?!
The night is over, it′s time for me to go and take a nap
¿J-Lo? ¿Que paso?
I'm outside, para tres horas en la linea; Esta muy frio alla!
¿Por que me tratas asi, J-Lo?
Come down here, and tell 'em I′m with you
It's a new infestation
This is a Wow Wow Wubsy
Of Bridge tunnel people
Get off the floor, drunky, lay on your side, dummy
Let me introduce you, to the skanks and douche-bags in the soul-destroying line at the club
I'm confused (confused)
And I don′t really know, when I get off the train, which exit to use (to use)
Drives me insane, they all look the same, which one do I choose? (choose)
My G.P.S. is a big ′ole mess, and I ruined my shoes (shoes)
Tripped and fell on my ass, and all the children laughed, now I got a big bruise (bruise)
What the hell did I do to deserve this abuse?
Damn, ple-ple-ple-please, check the list again
I gotta go meet my friend, Dolly
If you ain't fabulous, you will be ignored
When dancing, be aware of people with sores
I think we need a clean up in aisle four
Point and laugh at the poor
They can′t get in the door
Pits stink when the creeps put their drinks up
Leave your dignity and shame at the door
Squeeze your size ten butt into a size four
So many tools here, it's like a hardware store
The roofies, the guidos, dancin′ like they're spastic
The stinky cheap cologne, the sexual harassment (Dali)
Piss your cash away on twenty-dollar cosmos at the club
Pick up your phone J-Lo, it′s Pitbull; Llamame
Trust me when I say, you'll never bang the shot girl at the club
Not if I don't get inside I won′t, Dalai
I′ve got such a big butt that, when I dance, it hits the floor
Yo, true dat, I can hear that badonkadonk from outside
La-la-la-la, I don't feel like writing lyrics anymore
Fa-la-la-la, la
This shit is whack, son, I′m getting pissed
I'm about to give this mother trucker my fist
I ain′t askin' for permission, man, I insist
Ah, dude, you′re breakin' my wrist
Ow, ow-ow, ow, that hurts
Why you gotta go and get blood on my shirt?
I ain't never been a fighter, but I am a lover
Fine, you win, I′ll pay the cover
I finally got inside, now it′s time to do the booty slap
(This is the last call for alcohol, y'all) Say, what?!
The night is over, it′s time for me to go and take a nap
¿J-Lo? ¿Que paso?
I'm outside, para tres horas en la linea; Esta muy frio alla!
¿Por que me tratas asi, J-Lo?
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