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Intro
Yeah, this is raw, nigga
Mila J, Omarion
This is smooth (Let it go)
Verse 1: Mila J
I come from the land down under
Blaze up, it's Mila, the girl wonder
Rap better get cracked just like thunder
'Cause the flow will vibrate the tundra
And my glow will radiate the summer
Bang this in yo' Coups, Lex, and Hummers
Move to the rhythm, like my own old drummer
Niggas swarm the dance floor, like piranhas
'Cause I'm keeping it hot like Tijuana
But I'm hood as Shaniqua and Kiana
Sexy as Aaliyah or Madonna
Donna Karan, Bitches starin', But I ain't carin'
They know she will kill a song
Ever seen a girl in a chinchilla thong?
Have your eyes deep-fried like wonton
Can hate if you wanna, just don't rub me wrong, oh
Chorus: Mila J & Omarion
Back in the club once again, it's me
This ain't your average chick, it's me
Go 'head, move your body
And let me show you how to party, girl
Back in the house once again, it's me
Smirnoff, or a long island iced tea
Go 'head, move your body
And let me show you how to party, girl
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
That's whassup, y'all, the party has just begun
All the fellas throw your cash out, but you can keep the ones
Verse 2: Mila J
Bad little mama, slick with the grammar
Bionic like dun, na, nun, na, nun, na, nun, ah
Dookie rope chain, in the pink leather bomber
Niggas can't see me, haters tryna find me like Osama
Rock like nirvana (Mila, Mila)
Chicks love throwin' they hips to my heater
Anywhere I sit, I'm gon kick my feet up
Re-up, flow gets slow, watch me speed up
You know I can make 'em, jump to every single synonym
Sweet as cinnamon, got 'em as soon as I put my venom in
Got his toes curlin' and rippin' out of his Timberlands
I ain't even give him no booty, look what I did to him (Damn)
Now, he trippin', give him some Ritalin
Mila J, Black, Asian and Indian
That's why the flow mix up so smoothly
Ask Jamba Juice, who really invented smoothies (Ooh-wee)
Ooh-wee
Chorus: Mila J & Omarion
Back in the club once again, it's me
This ain't your average chick, it's me
Go 'head, move your body
And let me show you how to party, girl
Back in the house once again, it's me
Smirnoff, or a long island iced tea
Go 'head, move your body
And let me show you how to party, girl
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Attention, all cars coups, SUVs and drops
Turn your systems up! It's time to pack the parking lot
Verse 3: Mila J
So gutta, but butter like Parkay
MJ gets biz like Markie
Zoom-a-zoom-zoom-a-zoom-a-zang
I know you love the swagger when I'm doin' my thang
I know you love the way I pull up in the Range
With the audacity to rock like two chains
Rings on all five fingers
A Salt With a Deadly Pepa, like I'm a legend from Queens
Know I mean?
Chorus: Mila J & Omarion
Back in the club once again, it's me
This ain't your average chick, it's me
Go 'head, move your body
And let me show you how to party, girl
Back in the house once again, it's me
Smirnoff, or a long island iced tea
Go 'head, move your body
And let me show you how to party, girl
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Party people, your dreams has now been fufilled
All the ladies, report to the dance floor and spill your drinks, haha!
Back in the club once again, it's me
Go 'head, move your body
And let me show you how to party, girl
Back in the house once again, it's me
Smirnoff
Go 'head, move your body
And let me show you how to party, girl
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
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