Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thank you, Ms. Fat Booty, you're the best, haha
Ay
Tears in my eyes when Mufasa died
Ice cream girl when it's hot outside
Yeah, party like it's '99
Yeah, yeah, hit me baby one more time
Blueberry coupe with vanilla skies
Tom Cruise on my neck, that's vanilla ice
I just think I hit my prime, uh
Hit me baby one more time
I feel like Beyoncé, all I do is slay
Santa on the way, hoes gone crazy
I say "Ay bay bay", I'm on my day-to-day
They said be there at eight
You know I showed up late
I got shit to do
Don't get shit confused
I been missin' you
Hit me with the news
I buy my shit used
She may meet the mood
I don't watch your moves
It gives me the blues
My mama made me hater-proof
Gucci suits and gator boots
Fuck you thought this was, a fluke?
Yeah, I just really want the coupe
I don't even need the booth
You can keep that, too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tears in my eyes when Mufasa died
Ice cream girl when it's hot outside
Yeah (yeah), party like it's '99 (yeah, '99)
Hit me baby one more time (yeah)
Blueberry coupe with vanilla skies (with vanilla)
Tom Cruise on my neck, that's vanilla ice (vanilla)
I just think I hit my prime, uh (yeah)
Ay, ay, hit me baby (yes, yes)
Ice cream girl with the blue jeans on
She just wanna dance to her new theme song
I just play my old shit, she knew all the words, though
She just made her ass drop, I just shouted, "Go, girl!"
Baby, this is your world, don't let 'em tell you different
This is your world, I'm just livin' in it (uh, yeah)
I'm in livin' color, too, she gave me another scoop
Ice, ice, baby, ooh
She gave it to me and I swooned
That shit take me to the moon
I feel like a cartoon
Yes, yes
Thank you, Ms. Fat Booty, you're the best, haha
