Oh La La

1. Ooh la la la la, Ooh la la la la
What I want from this life only God knows
I wanna rough cut brother kinda macho
Who puts rings on my fingers, bells on my toes
And when you give it to me boy you make me sing ooh la la.

Take it down low, teach me all the things that I don't know
And don't rush baby take it real slow
No one minute man
This girl right here is a marathon fan.

Yo gangster boy with ya magazine
What ya packin down their in your baggy jeans
You're fashin your swag like you want to play
You're flashin your swag like you just want to play
You know just how to blow my bubble
Get me so hot boy you in trouble now.

Come and give me what I need
Don't stop till you hear me scream.

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Ooh la la la la
Just how I like it baby
Ooh la la la la
You finger lick my pages baby
Ooh la la la la
Is how you do it baby
Ooh la la la la
Come here come here.

2. I don't wanna sound pushy but I gotta say
I wanna a brother who can hit it in the best way
His rhythm's gotta so make my hips sway
And if the sparx ain't flying then it's gonna be “See Ya!”

Oh no I think you getting closer to the you know
Better slow down baby don't you unload
I ain't ready to go
Cos if you're pulling out now then you out the show.

You gangster boy with ya magazine
What ya packin down their in your baggy jeans
You're fashin your swag like you wanna play
You're flashin your swag like you just want to play
You know just how to blow my bubble
Got me so hot boy you in trouble now.

Come and give me what I need
Don't stop till you hear me scream.

[Chorus]

* You know you gotta work it
You know you gotta work it
You know you gotta work it
When you do what you do like you do when you do
You know you gotta work it
You know you gotta work it
You know you gotta work it
Ooh la la la la.

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