"Dukey Love" lyrics - PITBULL

PITBULL

"Dukey Love"

feat. Fabo & Trick Daddy

[Intro:]
Dukey, Dukey
Dukey, Dukey
Dukey, Dukey, Dukey

[Chorus: Fabo & Pitbull]
It's what I call a ass so fat (Fat)
I wonder if your momma gave you that (You got that, Dukey)
Shawty got a walk so mean (Mean)
Baby let me get in them jeans (You got that, Dukey)
I love the way you make that thang clap (Clap)
Boy I gotta give me some of that (You got that, Dukey)
I love that (Dukey), I love that (Dukey)
I love that (Dukey), you love that (Dukey)
Love (Dukey, hahaha), love (Dukey, Dukey, Dukey, hahahaha, eeeeeeyoooooo)
Love (Dukey)

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Let's go to the bar, it's all on me (Hey)
A, B, C, D, mami on E
F, G, H, I got that weed
J, K, L, M, N, O, P
Mami, I'm bout my money, I'm M.O.B
Back of the car read five-fifty
Damn, these thing thick like it's five-fifteen
Yeah, these boys they dirty, but they Chevy ride clean
Double that money 'cause they triple that [Beamer?]
Head full of dreads, mouth full of bling
Mami in the cut, yeah she look like she fuck, but
Mami over there, she look like she scared
I'm with it (I'm with it), plus mami ass fat (Hey)
The type you could pass a credit card down her crack
I'm with it (I'm with it), and that's a fact
Down south, we call that a certified certified (Dukey)

[Chorus: Fabo & Pitbull]
It's what I call a ass so fat (Fat)
I wonder if your momma gave you that (You got that, Dukey)
Shawty got a walk so mean (Mean)
Baby let me get in them jeans (You got that, Dukey)
I love the way you make that thang clap (Clap)
Boy I gotta give me some of that (You got that, Dukey)
I love that (Dukey), I love that (Dukey)
I love that (Dukey), you love that (Dukey)
Love (Ohh, Dukey), love (Ohh, Dukey,)
Dukey, (Ohh), Dukey (What's hannin?)
Love (Dukey)

[Verse 2: Fabo]
How could [?] come out, turn goes sideways
I'm a wreck and a dukey is the highway
I swear to God it keeps staring in my face
Pitbull, look she walking my way, oh my God
Stay calm, move slow, don't breathe
Look at her, she got a dukey, it's in 3D, she need me (Extra, extra)
Dukey love, that's a bowling ball, shotgun, look at you go
When I came in the club, you posed, I froze
I was geeked up, if me and you dukey, we got clothes
It was talking, excuse my mind, I smoke dope
But my eyes kept going down low (Ohh)
Take me, see I know you like the arm and fatigue
Camouflage the dukey, jungle grind on me (Ohh)
I was [grinding?] now I'm fine, you see
Get naked, you can shine on me with your dukey, lord (Dukey)

[Verse 3: Trick Daddy]
She got ass like bing, bing
Every time she walk passes like bing, bing (Ha)
All the boys call her butter face (Butter face)
'Cause she so damn fine, but so goddamn ugly (Haha)
She can roll, come baby let's go
You cute hoes, you ain't gon' keep it G-code (Uh-uh)
And you ain't nothing but some [?] nasty
Low classy groupy hoes with flat-asses
I like em' high-jacked (High-jacked)
A little smaller than [?] the body, yeah bitch I'm like em' like that
I got a thing for them boys short
I like em' tall, thick and fine with a big butt
I like em' with an arch [?] back
Now look back, slow row, gigolo, jiggle that
How low can you go with it?
Now steal the show baby
Low to the floor with it (Dukey)