Leslie Hall - Blame the Booty (Titus Jones Remix) lyrics

Call, me Now, call me later, tell me if I really care If you think that you know me then prove it If you were tote bag filled with beach toys I would take you to the mall and try to (Lose it) Hop on my moped, we can go thirty miles per hour After that hour Give me roses, candy, chips and flowers I know you've got a crush but what can I do I prefer a little loving with my marinated tofu On my giant trampoline I go: "Bounce bounce" You fall in love with every ounce, ounce On my giant trampoline I go: "Bounce bounce" You fall in love with every ounce, ounce Holler if you hear me, (Holla) (Holla) Holler if you fear me, (Holla) (Holla) Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie A case of corn-fed, un-wed, drop dead girl Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart Hold up, hold up Please don't hate 'cause I play with game And I tease them with bait (Fo' sure) Me and you, on a blanket for two You crack open a liter of Sahara Mist You speak of my beauty and how you're enchanted You promise me above-ground pools and every wish how you'll grant it And every Heartland honey just loves to please Those corn-fed girls in the Wal-Mart jeans On my giant trampoline I go: "Bounce bounce" You fall in love with every ounce, ounce On my giant trampoline I go: "Bounce bounce" You fall in love with every ounce, ounce Holler if you hear me (Holla) (Holla) Holler if you fear me (Holla) (Holla) Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie A case of corn-fed, un-wed, drop dead girl Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart 'Cause if you're looking for a lady One that you can call your baby And if you're looking to spoil me, royally, oily, and constantly I'm not playing hard to get (No) I'm just hard to get My booty Guilty Of booty loveliness On my giant trampoline I go: "Bounce bounce" You fall in love with every ounce, ounce On my giant trampoline I go: "Bounce bounce" You fall in love with every ounce, ounce Holler if you hear me (Holla) (Holla) Holler if you fear me (Holla) (Holla) Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie Don't, yeah, don't blame me, yeah Blame my booty, yeah, 'cause it's such a cutie A case of corn-fed, un-wed, drop dead girl Just bootylicious booty breaking your heart