Lirik Lagu Penta Boyz ft Tracy Imutt - Sayang Bilang Sayang

Haha, check it out man, check it out
Yoyo yoyo ye ye ye yeah

Pertama kali aku melihat dirinya
Dia sungguh mempesona mencuri hatiku
Tanpa sadar ku telah jatuh hati padanya
Mungkin ini namanya cinta pandangan pertama

Tanpa membuang waktu aku mendekatinya
Sekedar tanya dan minta nomer handphonenya
Siapa tahu aku bisa mengajak dirinya
Makan malam berdua ala orang amerika

Aku pasang senyum manis agar terkesan romantis
Dia pun membalasnya meski sedikit meringis
Sejenak aku ragu untuk teruskan langkahku
Dengan tersipu malu akhirnya ku pun menjauh

Ada apa ada apa denganku, salah apa salah apa diriku
Selalu saja hatiku meragu oh Tuhan tolong aku

Kalau cinta ya bilang cinta, kalau sayang ya bilang sayang
Jangan ditunda-tunda nanti diambil orang
Kalau cinta ya bilang cinta, kalau sayang ya bilang sayang
Jangan berpura-pura nanti kau kesepian

Sudah terlalu lama aku memendam cinta
Seakan dunia ini tiada wanita
Tempat bersandar atau berbagi
Yang tak pantas kita lakukan bila sesama lelaki

Melompat melalang di atas kabut
Melihat orang-orang yang akan pergi berperang
Alangkah malang nian nasib si bujang lapuk
Siang dan malam selalu saja dia kesepian

Ada apa ada apa denganku, salah apa salah apa diriku
Selalu saja hatiku meragu oh Tuhan tolong aku

Kalau cinta ya bilang cinta, kalau sayang ya bilang sayang
Jangan ditunda-tunda nanti diambil orang
Kalau cinta ya bilang cinta, kalau sayang ya bilang sayang
Jangan berpura-pura nanti kau kesepian

Kalau cinta ya bilang cinta, kalau sayang ya bilang sayang
Jangan ditunda-tunda nanti diambil orang
Kalau cinta ya bilang cinta, kalau sayang ya bilang sayang
Jangan berpura-pura nanti kau kesepian

Ada apa ada apa denganku, salah apa salah apa diriku
Selalu saja hatiku meragu oh Tuhan tolong aku
Ada apa ada apa denganku, salah apa salah apa diriku
Selalu saja hatiku meragu oh Tuhan tolong aku

Kalau cinta ya bilang cinta, kalau sayang ya bilang sayang

Lirik Lagu Flo Rida - Low

[Intro - T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
C'mon!

[Chorus (T-Pain):]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Flo-Rida]
I ain't never seen something that'll make me go
This crazy all night spending my doe
Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinking X&O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa
Did her thing seen shawty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain I'm making it snow
Work the pole I gotta bang bro
I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes
I'm in to that I love women exposed
She threw it back at me I gave her mo
Cash ain't a problem I know where it go

[Chorus (T-Pain)]

[Flo-Rida]
Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing
Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)
Now that's three grand
What you think I'm playing baby girl I'm the man
I'm dealing rubberbands
That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and Cola got me like a soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky on me I was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[Chorus (T-Pain)]

[Flo-Rida]
Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money
Little mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
Two in the morning I'm zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn't stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal was fine just like my glock

[Chorus (T-Pain)]