Marcquiese Burrell

Rookie - 7 Points (2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)


up in the club got a couple of my friends
posted in the center with a drink in my cup
About to kick in, soon I'll loosen up
Everyone got this easy going flow
and everyone in here better act like they know
Just who I be when I walk through them doors
if they don't, check me out on the floor
zero in on me, Do you like what you see?

you're jaw dropped when you looked my way
I know it's looking good to you
I know it's looking good to you
Come and make a move, It's your call
yeah, I know you want me
yeah, I know you want me
so what's it going to be for tonight?

Drop the 808, floors shake, I dipped it lower
Emcee say, 'bounce it' then, I pick up slower
heavy rotation, I proceed, riding the beat
A couple of them eyes is checking up on this
and once you seen the performance I'll make your wishlist
cause when you check up on it, baby, you going want it
Someone scream murder, I killed the dance floor
Had the whole scene in an uproar

Kecey do got a nice tight figure
kecey do got a nice tight figure
kecey do got a nice tight figure
a nice tight figure
a nice tight figure

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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