Solomon Childs - Shawty (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Plies] Ay, what's happenin homey? This {?} Plies, man (shaw-tay) Ay Pain, I want you tell 'em bout your shawty homie (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaaaaah) And I'ma tell em bout mine, dawg [Chorus: T-Pain] Now, even though I'm not yo man, you not my girl I'ma call you my - shaaaaaaw-ty... Cause I cain't stand to see you treated bad, I beat his a** For my - shaaaaaaaw-ty... And we ain't did nothin that we ain't sup'POSED to do Cause you my - shaaaaaaw-ty... (oh-oh) Baby girl you know I be home, keep me on the ringtoooone Shaaaaaaw-ty - sang it to me girl! [Solomon Childs] You make me feel so wild, you make me feel so strong Girl, your s** appeal is real Caress your body, so you can feel how real is real Let's coast together, hot air balloon together Lost deep in each other, love the fact You never get jealous, never flirt with them other fellas We don't got to limit the love Outdoor kisses and hugs, haze by the dubs Hot s** on the persian rug, practicing safe s** So I never forget the gloves He don't deserve you, you worth more than diamonds Build better than Bentleys, baby baby, I ride with you '07 Summer Love, the sound He'd rather argue, I'd rather make you smile When you come around I'm looking to hold you down [Chorus] [Interlude: T-Pain w/ Solomon Childs ad-libs] Oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh (WH-OA-wh-oa, wh-oa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Shawwwwww-DEEEE-EEEE, yeah... Oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh (WH-OA-wh-oa, wh-oa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) (Shaaaaaaw-ty, yeah) SHAW-DEE, whoa, w-w-wh-oa, OH! [Plies] I love to show her off, cause all the dope boys want her Know why dey wanna beat badly, look at all dat a** on her! Look how dat p**y sit up in them shorts, you gotta want her Love when she act like she bowlegged and bend the co'ner She proud to be f**in me, cause I'm stuntin on 'em! It feel good to be f**in a real n***a, do'nuh? Ain't called her in two days, gotta let her mind wonder But when she miss me, she call to tell me to jump on her That's why I don't mind breakin 'er off, cause she ain't with the drama If you done ripped her before, you know how to cuff lil' mama You know she gotta be somethin, cause I done beat her hunda Babe snatchin, not now, I'm tellin ya, I promise! I exposed her to real and now she hate lame 'member she used to run from me, now she like pain She call me sometimes just to ask is it her thang Ever since I ran up in shawty, she ain't been the same [Chorus] [Interlude: T-Pain w/ Solomon Childs ad-libs] Oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh (WH-OA-wh-oa, wh-oa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Shawwwwww-DEEEE-EE-EE, yeah... Oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) Oh-oh, oh-oh (WH-OA-wh-oa, wh-oa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa) (Shaaaaaaw-ty, yeah) SHAW-DEE, whoa, w-w-wh-oa, OH!