Pound The Alarm (125 BPM)

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
***y and hotter, let's shut it down
Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me nicki, and some call me roman
Skeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza (whoa)
Giuseppe Zannotti my own sneaker
***y, ***y that's all I do
If you need a bad *****
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little mini skirts is out
I see some good girls, I'm a turn 'em out
Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad *****, no muzzle, what?
Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad *****, no muzzle, let's go.
Music, makes me, high
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
***y and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
I wanna do it for the night, night
So get me now, and knock this over
I wanna do it like you like, like
Come get me, baby, we're not getting younger
I just want you tonight, night
Baby, we won't do it for life, life
Oh-ohh
Music, makes me, high
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
***y and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!
Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
***y and hotter, let's shut it down
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!