MORTEN - Pound The Alarm

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me nicki, and some call me roman
Skeeza, pleez, I'm in Ibiza
Giuseppe Zanotti, my own sneaker
Sexy, sexy that's all I do
If you need a bad b-tch
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little mini skirts is up
I see some good girls, i'mma turn 'em out
Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad b-tch, no muzzle, hey?
Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad b-tch, no muzzle, let's go!

Music, makes me, high

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm! I wanna do it for the night, night
So get me now, and knock this over
I wanna do it like you like, like
Come get me, baby we're not getting younger
I just want you tonight, night
Baby we won't do it for life

Music, makes me, high

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get hot, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!