Titus Jones - Kiss Britney's Boyfriend

One, Two, Three, Four

I got just what you need

Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain

You heard it here first Nappy boy radio.

We love you.

She want that lovey dovey

(Lovey dovey)

That kiss, kiss

(Kiss, kiss)

In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me

(Hatin' on me)

They wanna diss, diss

(Kiss, kiss)

Because she mine and so fine, and thick as can be

I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17

Don't matter if I step on the scene or sneak away to the Philippines

They still gon' put pictures of my derrière in the magazine

You want a piece of me? 

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous

(oh, woah)

I'm Mrs. Oh My God, That Britney's Shameless

(woah, i didnt steal your boyfriend)

I'm Mrs. Extra, Extra, This Just In

(woah, woah, woah)

I'm Mrs. She's Too Big, (woah) Now She's Too Thin

(i didnt steal your boyfriend)

Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot

You think I'd be hollen', if you not, not, not, not?

I'm king of the town, you can take a look around

Teddy Penderaz down is in the spot, spot, spot, spot

(yaaa) I got money on me

Baby girl, no problem

You rollin' shawty?

Let's hit McDonald's

It's TP and CB, I'm a Nappy Boy ( ah, ah, ah, ah, ouh weee)

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was looking at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

I can't control myself, now let me do my 1, 2 step

I rock to the beat til I'm (tired)

I walk in the club it's (fire)

Get it crunk and wired

Wave your hands scream (louder)

If you smoke then fire it up

Brang the roof down and (holla)

If you tipsy stand up

DJ turn it (louder)

Take somebody by the waist and (uhh!)

Now throw it in they face like (uhh!)

Hypnotic robotic, this here will rock yo' bodies

Take somebody by the waist and (uhh!)

Music make you loose control (uhh!)

Systematic ecstatic (THIS HIT BE AUTOMATIC)

Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh

Work my body, so melodic this beat flows right through my chest

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous

(oh, woah)

I'm Mrs. Oh My God, That Britney's Shameless

(woah, i didnt steal your boyfriend)

I'm Mrs. Extra, Extra, This Just In

(woah, woah, woah)

I'm Mrs. She's Too Big, (woah) Now She's Too Thin

(i didnt steal your boyfriend)

Woah, Woah woah, ha

Woah, Woah woah, ha

Please stop tellin' all your friends

Im gettin' sick of them

Always staring at me like

I took him from ya.

She want that lovey dovey

(Lovey dovey)

That kiss, kiss

(Kiss, kiss)

In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me

(Hatin' on me)

They wanna diss, diss

(Kiss, kiss)

Because she mine and so fine, and thick as can be

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous

(oh, woah)

I'm Mrs. Oh My God, That Britney's Shameless

(woah, i didnt steal your boyfriend)

Nappy boy, and pretty boy AY