Lyrics Pussycat Dolls

Pussycat Dolls

Out of This Club

Yeah, the rulerz

ROB, Pussycats

Got some money

I'm in the club

Toss the money

Like ...

Baby, won't you take me out of this club?

I wanna be with you

Baby, let me take you out of this club

I'll make your dreams come true

Baby, won't you take me out of this club?

I wanna be with you

I smiled enough, I flirted enough

I posed enough, got freaky enough

Took pictures enough, conversated enough

I sipped enough, I got enough

I see a cute boy chilling in some jeans and Tims

I think I like him and I just might leave this club with him

And his swagger tight, I'm feeling the tattoos on him

Make me wanna, wanna, wanna walk out with him

In the VIP like hey

Dancing with my girls like hey

Then I call him off to meet me

I couldn't resist, so sexy

DJ get on the mic, and then he said

From the front to the rear

Y'all ain't gotta go home

But you gotta get the hell up outta here

Baby, won't you take me out of this club?

I wanna be with you

Baby, let me take you out of this club

I'll make your dreams come true

Baby, won't you take me out of this club?

I wanna be with you

I drank enough, I danced enough

I partied enough, I sweated enough

I stuttered enough, I flossed enough

I snapped enough, two step enough

Now I want this awesome woman up in this club

And I like her and I wanna leave this club with her

Ever since the mama broke it down to the floor

I say she ready, she ready, she ready to go, to go

And then I got behind her like hey

She pushed it on me like hey

And she ain't scared to get dirty

Even though she's so purdy

DJ get on the mic

And give us head from the front to the rear

Y'all ain't gotta go home

But you gotta get the hell up outta here

Baby, won't you take me out of this club?

I wanna be with you

Baby, let me take you out of this club

I'll make your dreams come true

Baby, won't you take me out of this club?

I wanna be with you

If you ain't got no money

Take your broke ass home

And if you ain't got no money

Then you gon' be all alone

They call me Mister Jones, aka Polow Da Don

Aka Mister Patron aka Mister Put On

Yeah, this star right here, something new

I wanna cut you girl, like DJ Clue

Make love to ya, hold up, where the bartender?

Get the girl a drink, give her what she want

I ain't ask you, just acting like I'm drunk

And it works every time, ain't nothing wrong with me

And now your girl going home with me

Baby, won't you take me out of this club

I wanna be with you

Baby, let me take you out of this club

I'll make your dreams come true

Baby, won't you take me out of this club?

I wanna be with you

Baby, let me take you out of this club?

I'll make your dreams come true

ROB, ROB, ROB

PCD, PCD, PCD

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