Lletres: City Boy. P.H.X.. Shawty (Whats Ya Number).

[Intro: City Boy]
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[Chorus: City Boy]
Shawty whats your number?! (Number, number..)
Can I get that from ya?! (From ya, from ya...)
You hot like the summmer (Summer, Summer..)
So shawty whats your number?! (Let me know what it is..)

[Chorus: City Boy]
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
All you gotta do is give me ten digits ma!

[Verse: City Boy]
Babygirl, Whats up? Yeah I know what it do (Haaha!) (Yeah!)
You lookin' real fly like a bird on the roof (Yeah!)
Lookin' like a fairy, Make me wanna lose a tooth (Uh-huh!)
Lookin' real bomb like tick tick boom! (Lets go!)
If you got a man baby, Give him the boot (Leave him!)
Tell ya man make a dare, Cus you know I'm the truth (Haaah!)
We can open up like doors on a coupe (BLAOW!)
I'm on that game like I'm shootin' at a hoop (Ballin'!)
I ain't concieted, I'm just ideal (OAW!)
If you want me to be me, I will (I will!)
Won't catch me but her eyes will (Yeah!)
Mami look good from her eyes to her high heels (Damn!)
I see you've done your task (Yup!)
Lets get it started, I'll step on the gas (Vrrrrroom..)
Show you whats good when you walk past
Before you leave, I got to ask...

[Chorus: City Boy]
Shawty whats your number?! (Number, number..)
Can I get that from ya?! (From ya, from ya...)
You hot like the summmer (Summer, Summer..)
So shawty whats your number?! (Let me know what it is..)

[Chorus: City Boy]
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
All you gotta do is give me ten digits ma!

[Verse: City Boy]
Hey ma', Whats up, I'm for ya (Yeah!)
You addicted to my game like I'm a dissorder (Whoo!)
I say girl, I ain't a flirt I just look good (Haaaha!)
I got paper like I just wrote up a book good (Killa!)
You so purdy and fine, Yes m'am (Oh yes!)
You dangerous girl, you a weapon (BAP BAP BAP BAP!)
I can make it rain, Pryer the weather (Make it rain)
With my shoes in the air cus they flyer than ever (Daaamnn..)
Yeah, you deserve a photo fasho (Snap!)
Babygirl make me blush, no homo fasho, You know?
Hahaa.. I'm just seein' it done (Yeah!)
With your smile so bright, we ain't needin' the sun (Naww)
Haha.. leave a message after the tone (Beep!)
If I ain't by the phone, Im probably up by her home (Haha!)
Yeeeah.. stealin' hearts I'm a known crook (Yeah)
Leave the mall, More numbers than a phone book!

[Chorus: City Boy]
Shawty whats your number?! (Number, number..)
Can I get that from ya?! (From ya, from ya...)
You hot like the summmer (Summer, Summer..)
So shawty whats your number?! (Let me know what it is..)

[Chorus: City Boy]
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
Lets talk, lets talk for a minute.. (Lets talk!)
All you gotta do is give me ten digits ma!

[Outro: City Boy]
Hahaha... girrl... you sho is somethin' to look at, haha..
It ain't trickin' if you got it baby, aha.. Y'dig? Of coruse you dig?
Hahaha... Its City Boy baby... aka the Killa Boo! Holla at ya City Boy! Word to ya moms.. And I'm out..

(Thanks to City for these lyrics)