Bitches (Get Down!)
by John Mayer and Justin Timberlake and the Childrens Choir of Compton
Bitches, Get Down! (Get Down) I didn't come here tonight to frown
No tears tonight, my name isn't Mopey the Clown
Being a tease isn't going to please
So drop that ass and stop when I say freeze
Bitches, Get Down!
I know you didn't buy those jeans not to be seen
So pull them on, Oooh, are those Long and Leans?
I like it when you move, I love it when you shake
How much longer is this going to take?
Bitches, Get Down!
You were made for a night on the town
Bitches, Get down!
What did I just say? Baby, calm down
Your ass just doesn't have enough class for an evening gown
Justin rap solo:
I'll give it to you plain and simple, I love to see those dimples, so smile and get over it, we don't have time for a hissy fit! The dance floor is smokin', and you are my token. Together we'll light up the night, because our moves are so tight!
I'm going to bake you into a cakebecause your ass is so fine (so fine!) it belongs on a plate! Frost you up with my love, just like Madonna says, let me enjoy you, like your name is Pez.
Get down, Get down Get down, Get down! Drop every one of your 135 pounds. Touch the floor and then dance some more, by the time we leave, I want to be poor.
Get down, Get down Get down, Get down! 25 bucks at the door, forty more at the bar, and another twelve, just to fetch the car. Your momma' taught you well, I bet you gave her hell. "Ma, teach me those moves? Great, that'd be swell!"
Bitches (Get down), you know you can, I can tell.
Get down, Get down Get down, Get down,
BITCHES! Get down!


