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See here's the thing

[Chorus]
We have to take our clothes off
We have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no, no, no

Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I kicked the attitude and how you actin' like you own the bar
You got me flashin' keys and I don't even own a car
It's not like you ain't feelin' my charm, cause I know you are
I'm trying to see how your lips feel
I'm sorry, my name's Travy, and I'm pretty much a big deal
Oh, you never heard of me?
That sounds absurd to me
The way you stole my attention was flat out burglary
What you say we exit stage left so me and you
Could possibly reconvene and play some naked
After all the blouse you wearing is kinda see through
And its obvious I'm heading' wherever you're leading me to
Such an angel with a devilish angle
And quite the certified sweet talker
And you buyin' every line of it girl
And now I'm really playing you
If I was in your shoes, I'd probably do the same too

[Chorus]

Here's another bar going for the slow
Put your helmets on and take a seat on the short bus
Next stop right around the corner from your mom and them
No turnin' back so you better buckle up
Shit don't be concerned with my
I got you on speaker spell, I got you learning my lines
Fine, pull that string, reply that shit
I changed my name to diddy, did he really say that shit?
Yep, I take a ride if you let me
Six-five, twenty plus is so sexy
My legs going numb from keeping my phone on vibrate
To hide that fact that your girlfriend keeps textin' me
And I been trying to never mind it, man
But every time I get a new number she finds it, damn
And you thought you had it sewn up
Until right around the clock when I showed up

[Chorus]

Black chics, all hot chics, indie rock chics, and hip hop chics
Thin chics, brown chics, black white yellow and brown chics

Black chics, all hot chics, indie rock chics, and hip hop chics
Thin chics, brown chics, black white yellow and brown chics

Good grief girl, you givin' me goose bumps
Standing there in your underwear and new pumps
It's like the more time we waste the less time I get to taste you
Honestly I could easily replace you
It's not a scam girl, that's how I am girl
Peter pan I'm a sucker for smuckers jam girl
Its clear I'm only here for good clean fun
Shut up and kiss me like

[Chorus: x2]

Black chics, all hot chics, indie rock chics, and hip hop chics
Thin chics, brown chics, black white yellow and brown chics

Black chics, all hot chics, indie rock chics, and hip hop chics
Thin chics, brown chics, black white yellow and brown chics
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See here's the thing

[Chorus]
We have to take our clothes off
We have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no, no, no

Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I kicked the attitude and how you actin' like you own the bar
You got me flashin' keys and I don't even own a car
It's not like you ain't feelin' my charm, cause I know you are
I'm trying to see how your lips feel
I'm sorry, my name's Travy, and I'm pretty much a big deal
Oh, you never heard of me?
That sounds absurd to me
The way you stole my attention was flat out burglary
What you say we exit stage left so me and you
Could possibly reconvene and play some naked
After all the blouse you wearing is kinda see through
And its obvious I'm heading' wherever you're leading me to
Such an angel with a devilish angle
And quite the certified sweet talker
And you buyin' every line of it girl
And now I'm really playing you
If I was in your shoes, I'd probably do the same too

[Chorus]

Here's another bar going for the slow
Put your helmets on and take a seat on the short bus
Next stop right around the corner from your mom and them
No turnin' back so you better buckle up
Shit don't be concerned with my
I got you on speaker spell, I got you learning my lines
Fine, pull that string, reply that shit
I changed my name to diddy, did he really say that shit?
Yep, I take a ride if you let me
Six-five, twenty plus is so sexy
My legs going numb from keeping my phone on vibrate
To hide that fact that your girlfriend keeps textin' me
And I been trying to never mind it, man
But every time I get a new number she finds it, damn
And you thought you had it sewn up
Until right around the clock when I showed up

[Chorus]

Black chics, all hot chics, indie rock chics, and hip hop chics
Thin chics, brown chics, black white yellow and brown chics

Black chics, all hot chics, indie rock chics, and hip hop chics
Thin chics, brown chics, black white yellow and brown chics

Good grief girl, you givin' me goose bumps
Standing there in your underwear and new pumps
It's like the more time we waste the less time I get to taste you
Honestly I could easily replace you
It's not a scam girl, that's how I am girl
Peter pan I'm a sucker for smuckers jam girl
Its clear I'm only here for good clean fun
Shut up and kiss me like

[Chorus: x2]

Black chics, all hot chics, indie rock chics, and hip hop chics
Thin chics, brown chics, black white yellow and brown chics

Black chics, all hot chics, indie rock chics, and hip hop chics
Thin chics, brown chics, black white yellow and brown chics
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: DAVID KATZ, DISASHI LUMUMBA-KASONGO, MATTHEW MCGINLEY, SAM HOLLANDER, TRAVIS MCCOY
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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