Let's Get Away-T.I.

[Chorus] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was feenin' for you (Was you thinkin' of me, hey, hey) Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (What you would do?) Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you Bet they be like "I know he tired of the nightlife He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type" Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents They black friends translatin', got 'em all a** naked, adjacent Have relations with 'em many places Leavin' semen in they British faces Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations Askin' me what's a p**sy popper, want a demonstration But I ain't waitin' til the second date, I'm so impatient Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin' On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places" Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my memory Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me [Chorus] Yo, yo, uh, From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me? All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em laughin' and flirtin' They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban Once the flick start playin' and the E start kickin' in Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in That's why, I like chillin' with women who like women Light skinned, Asians, Jamaicans and white women Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em They say [Chorus] Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is layin' you down And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around Ain't got that kinda time 'cause this the only day I'm in town So come and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo butt Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W Sippin' on a malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two Now whachu want to do? Opportunity's right in front of you Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women I'm T.I.P., known as p**sy popper to some women [Chorus: x2] Whoa whoa whoa Ladies and gentlemen This, is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle King of the south, oh boy Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy So smooth, futuristic Pimps up daddy