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Chris Brown( Christopher Maurice Brown )
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Private Dancer
[feat. Kevin McCall]
[Chris Brown：]
Yeah I would like this dance little mama,
I thought you'd never ask,
I got a lot of cash,
Especially marked for ya, yeah,
'Cause you the hottest thing up in this club.
I can tell when you hit the stage,
Baby you gettin' paid,
Your booty is my magnet,
You, lookin' like Jessica Rabbit,
Puttin' these, other chicks in their casket, yeah.
[Breakdown:]
Hey gorgeous like,
Come sit on my lap,
Now let me tell you what I'm here for,
I'm lookin' to build this position,
And baby, girl you fit the description, yeah.
[Chorus:]
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
Said you gon' be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up 'cause you're coming home with me tonight.
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
You gon' be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up 'cause you're coming home with me tonight.
I can quadruple what you're making
I'll make your job description so clear.
You ain't gotta worry about your boss,
I already paid him off, my dear.
See I got a mansion in the Hamptons,
And a club, and a back bar,
Tender and a chef what else do you really need?
It's your show,
Well anything goes,
You ain't gotta worry you can lose control.
[Breakdown:]
Hey gorgeous like,
Come sit on my lap,
Now let me tell you what I'm here for,
I'm lookin' to build this position,
And baby, girl you fit the description, yeah.
[Chorus:]
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
Said you gon' be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up 'cause you're coming home with me tonight.
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
You gon' be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up 'cause you're coming home with me tonight.
[Kevin McCall:]
K-mac,
I, I, I be, I be in the strip club with my hands up,
Trickin' like I'm flippin', I be spendin' all my ends up,
Even if I never leave my seat she make me stand up,
See, that's why I could never move to Atlanta.
All about a bucks you would think she came from Tampa,
She stay on that new shit no wonder why she's pampered,
Get it? She gon', she gon' let me hit it,
I can't wait til we alone 'cause I want your full attention.
We could take this to my crib,
Got a stripper pole up in it,
Girl you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin'.
My private dancer, yeah, you the realist,
I'm a call you franchise 'cause you can get the business.
[Chorus:]
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
Said you gon' be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up 'cause you're coming home with me tonight,
Private dancer,
My private dancer,
You gon' be my private dancer,
Just pack your things up 'cause you're coming home with me tonight.
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