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

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, thick as can be

'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!)
Now throw it in they face like (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

'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, thick as can be

'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)

Nabby boy, and pretty boy AY
[then there's numbers, but i'm unable to hear the clearly]