Cuban Link - Comin' Home With Me lyrics

(feat. Avant) [Cuban Link] Oh no it cuban and them(4x) [Avant] Up in the club with my j**elry And soon to be up by the bar,______ Shorty's looking s**y, yes indeed She's comin' home with me [Cuban Link] Me and thugs up in the club like what, and we doing it baby Popping bud, gettin nough groupie love from the ladies They must of knew who we was cuz we pulled up in the 'cedes Princess cuts lookin nuts, custom j**elry is crazy It's Cuban & AV, rollin like them dudes in the navy Keep my tool off of safety case some foll try to play me We the turth, 100 proof, plus we smoother than Baileys Recruitin the ladies, got them haters droolin with rabies Maybe it's the way I be putting it down, Cuban's in town Lookin around, for a shorty good enough to crown Spotted mami, she's a hotty, looking good in that gown At the party pitchin game like Gooden on the mound Sugar brown, so astounding , what a sight to see Got all the other clowns hounding, but she likes my sty' She knows who I be, so she don't need to see ID Just come with me ma, show you bout that V.I.P. [Chorus: Avant] Up in the club with my j**elry And soon to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me Shorty's looking s**y, yes indeed She's comin' home with me I wanna try to make you mine (wine & dine) So baby, let me read your mind (she's a dime) Lookin at that a** from behind She comin home with, she's comin home with me [Cuban Link] Now I been peeping your style, from deep in the crown You look like you haven't been out, and freaked in a while So let's go, creep to my house, I sweeten your smile But if you seeking for the clout you need to see your way out But no doubt, I'm bout it bout it, you wit it-be proud to shout it It's on, don't try to fight it, your body cant no longer hide it Come on, jump on and ride it, this song's got you excited I'm known for getting rowdy, we gone off that bacardi But no- we gon' party and get freaky tonight Do what you like, shake that body mami, reach a new height I know you probably got a man but he ain't treatin' you right Cuz if he was- you wouldn't be here tonight, I know your type- You like excitement, s** with all the pa**ion of fightin Scratchin and bitin like a match against tyson Action-packed like the Clash of the Titans, what I'm packin if frightnin Have that a** flashin faster than lightnin, come on [Chorus] [Cuban Link] Me and my crew up in the club, and it's ladies night Drinking, smoking on that bud, and we gettin right Shorty pulled up to the bar, and she just my type She don't know it but-she's comin' home with me Now I could tell that she likes the player type Kind of player that could hold her down and lay the pipe All it took was one look for her to say alright, game is tight Shorty's comin' home, she's comin' home with me She wann party with me Show off her body to me Drink that Bacardi, smoke that Bob Marley Shorty's comin' home with me [Chorus] - 2X