Timbaland & Magoo Hold Cutz lyrics

What's up, girl?
Why you trippin' on me?
I thought we was past that, feel me?
Alright, let me talk to you

C'mon baby, what's the hold up?
You carryin' me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
(Shorty)

C'mon baby, what's the hold up?
You carryin' me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
('Cause I'm that fly)

When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
And I think of them times when you was lickin' my balls
I never came in your face, you said you hated the taste
That's a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plate

You comfortable now? You need your toes massaged
I'm obliged to rub 'em down, first I put on the barges
With your favorite song, you need to take off the thong
Go ahead, nibble on my neck, you're doin' it wrong

We could be doin' it and doin' it and doin' it wild
I wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like when you smile
I'll be in town next week, can I keep an erection?
Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protection

See, I'm more than pimperific, let me be more specific
On a scale of one to ten, my sex is so terrific
It's like I'm Rick James 'Superfreaky' things
I put a hot dog in your bum that sure to make you cum

C'mon baby, what's the hold up?
You carryin' me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
(Shorty)

C'mon baby, what's the hold up?
You carryin' me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
('Cause I'm that fly)

It was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage love
And I told her, don't hurt me again
Actin' like the vaughn a vo in my living room den
Like it never took much to really get you back then
Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen


[Incomprehensible] crackers, pimp juice and my cranberry Benz
We circle my block and we do it again
Now let's fast forward to my living room flo'
Where we was freakin' and she speakin' gettin' about to go
I slap broke my watch 'cause this raggedy hoe
She like the time wasn't right then she hugged me slow

It was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage love
And I told her, don't hurt me again
Can't we live like The Ropers
'Three's Company' man, huh?

C'mon baby, what's the hold up?
You carryin' me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
(Shorty)

C'mon baby, what's the hold up?
You carryin' me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
('Cause I'm that fly)

Tell me if she like it and if not, girl is this your spot?
I never cum in second, some reppin' for camel lot
And when I was a kid, I used to fuck in the bushes
Only time I turn it down is when you don't use dush

You got the eye of a tiger and your pussy is fly
It's a hall of fame booty baby, gonna retire
And I aspire to be penis of convenience for you
But we fuckin' in the bed, let's cut in the livin' room

You likin' my pimperation, do I calm your frustration?
Never being pleased, so you settle with masturbation
I got a C on my chest 'cause I'm super when cuttin'
Give me fifteen minutes, guarantee you'll be comin' and cummin'

C'mon baby, what's the hold up?
You carryin' me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
(Shorty)

C'mon baby, what's the hold up?
You carryin' me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
('Cause I'm that fly)