Voltage

[Intro/Chorus: B.o.B] Well she strike like a lightning bolt She highly electric, a thousand volts yeah She'll shock you up out your clothes One strike then there she go I'm talkin 'bout her Oh yeah! I'm talkin 'bout her Oh yeah! I'm talkin 'bout.. [repeat 2X over end of Chorus] (Talkin 'bout her man) (Oh yeah) [Playboy Tre] Now baby girl's highly electric, cute but deceptive Straight high voltage, fool with the poses Will I smoke it? Ye ain't gotta ask me I make her strip like Puff did Cassie Frank White, Lil' Kim, lick her on her chest Ain't nothin like a tit with a lil' Henn' Got her new, tryin to get it in Sayin shit like "Girl just once let me put it in" I'm talkin 'bout her Talkin 'bout girl, you fine as fuck So talk about me, up in that P Leg to the West, one leg to the East (spread 'em) And let me go deep, like Roddy White Stood up in it and the girl got hype But man I don't know, somethin ain't right Shawty got different niggas callin all night I'm talkin 'bout her [Chorus] [Mickey Factz] Jack in, jack in Givin me a feeling like a Blackwood, Blackwood Momma's so appealing and I got this, option That we can get it poppin And right after I plug her I can take her to an outlet for shopping, shopping But I don't know if I trust her So I gotta go, peace out, he's out Like all up in my head tweaked out Keep out, I don't know what to think, she's out On the town gettin frisky Raising the hairs on my arm when she with me Shorty got charm Lucky just to be with her, breathe with her But T-R-E's with her, and he did her Deliver her to me, currently, it worries me What her and he did vertically If I see her with him I pass out No bolts, no volts or pulse I black out Ow! [Chorus] [over end of Chorus] (I'm talkin 'bout her bro) (You mean her?) (Yeah her bro) (Hehehehe) [B.o.B] I'm talkin 'bout she's so psychadelic She's so cool you can tell she gellin (hehe!) And Led Zeppelin sell it If she were a statue, she'd be a relic Strikin like venom, in all white denim Sugar in the brain cells on my neurons I'm on her like the Hamburgler on buns Runnin like the marathon you run Someone gave her a medallion Kickin like kung-fu from Shaolin Which means how she looks is arousing And so I'm thinkin how lucky her blouse is, yeah Built like brick houses Appraised at about eight hundred thousand, heh And so the whole place shoutin So for her I gotta scream this ballad, like [Chorus]