Fan 3 - Digits

Just in case, cheak my pace
Cause I got what it takes
I rock this place, so I’m in your face
I wanna see you back up
Walkin' like I own it
Do it, groove it, come on gotta move it
Don’t clean your act up
Now I clean the crap up
I can see you lerking
And the calender needs booking
I know you wanna talk
Come before I walk
Get it right cream of the crop
So lets start dancing cancel all your plans
I got crazy flow it’s a real big blow
I’m having fun your the one
And let me know witch way you wanna go
And if you got rythm and your out to kill 'em
Just feel the feeling cause your real appealing
Slip me a napkin and get to clapping
Everybody dancing making plans and
Hi Papa can I get them digits
Papa can I get them digits
Papa can I get them digits
Hi Papi I get them digits
Hey-what's up-hey
Let me in show that skin I can see you grin
How I look, and how I talk
Your smiling within cause you know I’m a sin
Now let me consoul it
Your heart when I stole it
You fold it around
Move on the down beat
Thank God you found me
I’m glad you don’t hound me
Hocas Pocas I am the focus
Most guys follow me like locas
And you keep your distence you don’t loose persitence
Jump into the ciling
I’m feeling what your feeling
I don’t know what to think
Youre buying me a drink
Girl’s hearts sink while I’m pretty in pink
You smile your worth the while
Add you to a file to add you to the pile
So before we go to the bridgit It’s nessisary you give me them digits