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Justin Timberlake - Ayo Technology Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, Flo Rida
Poe Boy
Mail on Sunday: The Album comin' soon
It's the movement
Shawty, I see you
I'ma give you this cake, e'ry day

[Verse]
Hey, my team on the scene full of green, full of bling
Got cream in they jeans, tippin' on G-strings
Freaks with tongue rings used to be prom queen with a strut
That's me, shawty, you want it, you gotta come place your order
And I might invest in two daughters like two quarters
Invest in vitamin water if I adore ya
Drop it on my lap, you can make it clap
Money in the trap of the body tap all like a scout
Run a lap around a pole, I'm makin' a stove bank rolls
And the paint glossin'-a but I ain't 'Zo
Let me know when you ready to get low
Flo Rida spendin' cheddar whatever to get dough dollars
Holler, rubberband might pop Franklin's collar
Give it up like I'm bein' jacked by robbers
Ready you ready go 'head undress
All I wanna see is flesh, you the bunny, I'm Hef
Playboy with money feed you like a chef
Got beads for your honey, Poe Boy I rep
Triple C's, Johnny boy, let's take it to the Lex
Cocos, diamonds where the charms get wet
Take one bout it might get some neck
Twenty-thousand, we breakin' bread
Flo Rida's hotter then technology, dirty your knees
Getcha some cheese, girl, I'm a G
Help you succeed, suck seed, babies indeed
Unforgettable special to me, I wanna give it to shorty that tease
Yeah, study little mama physique, yeah, my present is vedababree
Shes already fallin' in love with my timbs, the best of both worlds
Timberland right, I got Timberlake left
Knockin' your boots, gotta step it up, girl
I seduce you with loot that I throw in the air
The E-Pit, the apple, my money was there
I love the Big Apple 'cause they love a player
I'm trying to put strippers in Madison Square Garden
Like Adam would not litter garden, tippin', I'm ready to bargain
Break bread with ya, get some head with ya
Go to bed with ya, get fed wit ya, get it wet with ya
Come over here, girl, I'm ready to hug
I ain't gotta cut no more records for what
Now days, how they rappin' always double up
Yet, they tryin' sell platinum like diamond too much
Dammit I'm on, I wanna see you in a thong
Henny, Patron, that get the woman in the zone
Shawty, your groan, then we can get get gone
I'm into shrums that wanna lick lick dome
Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton
Christina Aguilera might swallow my children
That's three tongues brother come pull a million
Girl go'n back it up -bring shrunk- in that buildin'
Stuntin' when I want a shorty hot like the summer
Make it drop, never wonder where the gwap come from her
Maybe out the sky if you show me a thigh
Get that -M. O. Witty Y- to afford you a Hummer
I wanna good time, just peek in my mind
That bump and that grind, your rump'd do fine
Can't front you's a dime, okay, I'm lyin'
Like crooks doin' time, my zipper is blind