Ke$ha (Kesha) - Sleazy (Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Andre 3000)I don’t need you and your brand new BenzOr your boojy friendsAnd I don’t need love looking like diamondsLooking like diamondsGet sleazy[Andre 3000]We started out so cute in our baby picturesThat mommy shot for our daddy so that he wouldn’t forget youHe forgot anyway, but hey, one day he’ll rememberIf not he’s human, I’m human, you human, we’ll forgive himGod gives him his ultimatum, can’t see how momma hates himHe’s such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date himI’m only 8, I’m not old enough, guess it’s complicatedTwo parent dwellings, expelling have got so underratedI only say this in cadence so it don’t get negatedI was gon’ save it for later but later look like maybeThis crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my MercedesWould be all new and through through, but its the 1980′sBut now that we are cool cool, she sippin’ Irish BaileysShe say “Stacks, you’re true blue?â€I said “Nah, I’m Navyâ€I call her Kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to herShe call me Andre 6000 cause I’m good to her[Kesha]I don’t need you and your brand new BenzOr your boojy friendsAnd I don’t need love looking like diamondsLooking like diamondsI don’t need you and your brand new BenzOr your boojy friendsAnd I don’t need love looking like diamondsLooking like diamondsYou can’t imagine the immensity of the ***** I’m not givingAbout your money and man servant at the mansion you live inAnd I don’t wanna go places where all my ladies can’t get inJust grab a bottle, some boys, and let’s take it back to my basementAnd get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesySorry daddy, but I’m not that easyI’m not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work itImma take it back to where my man and my girls isSleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, ’cause imma getSleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, ’cause imma getI don’t need you and your brand new BenzOr your boojy friendsAnd I don’t need love looking like diamondsLooking like diamondsI don’t need you and your brand new BenzOr your boojy friendsAnd I don’t need love looking like diamondsLooking like diamondsRat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drumThe beat’s so fat gonna make me comeUm, um, um, over to your place!Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drumThe beat’s so fat, gonna make me comeUm, um, um, over to your place!I don’t mean to critique on your seduction techniqueBut your money’s not impressing me, it’s kinda weakThat you really think you’re gonna get my rocks offGet my top and socks off, by showing me the dollars in your drop boxMe and all my friends, we don’t buy bottles, we bring ‘emWe take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave ‘emAnd I don’t care if you stare and you call us scummyCause we ain’t after your affection, and sure as hell not your money, honeyI don’t need you and your brand new BenzOr your boojy friendsAnd I don’t need love looking like diamondsLooking like diamondsI don’t need you and your brand new BenzOr your boojy friendsAnd I don’t need love looking like diamondsLooking like diamondsRat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drumThe beat’s so fat, gonna make me comeUm, um, um, over to your place!Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drumThe beat’s so fat, gonna make me comeUm, um, um, over to your place! 
