متن آهنگ Suit & Tie از جاستین تیمبرلیک و جِی زی (Justin Timberlake Ft. Jay-Z)
[Intro: Justin Timberlake]
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
Can I show you a few things?
A few things, a few things, little baby, cause
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]
(You ready, JT?)
I can’t wait til I get you on the floor, good-looking
Going out so hot, just like an oven
And I’ll burn myself but just had to touch it
It’s so fly and it’s all mine
Hey baby, we don’t mind all the watching
Cause if they study close, real close they might learn something
She ain’t nothing but a little doozy when she does it
She’s so fly, tonight
[Hook: Justin Timberlake]
And as long as I’ve got my suit and tie
I’ma leave it off on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up too tonight
let me show you a few thangs
All dressed up in black and white
And you’re dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things, show you a few things
Let me show you a few things,
show you a few things about love
now that were in the swing of love
Let me show you a few things, show you a few things
About love
[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake]
Stop, let me get a good look at it
So thick now I know why they call it a fatty
Shit so sick gotta hit and picked up a habit
That’s all right, cause you’re all mine
Go on and show ‘em who you call daddy
I guess they’re just mad cause girl, they wish they had it
My killer, my filler, yeah you’re a classic
You’re all mine, tonight.
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
(Get out ya seat, Hov)
All black at the white shows
White shoes at the black shows
Green card for the Cuban links
Ya’ll sit back and enjoy the light show
nothing exceeds like succes
style got from having the best of the best
is this what it all about?
I met the rest, .. the rant
Disturbing the guests
Years of distress, tears on the dress
Try to hide her face with some makeup sex, ugh
This is trouble season, time for tuxedos for no reason
All saints for my angel, Alexander Wang too
Ass-tight denim and some Dunks
I’ll show you how to do this young
No papers, catch favors
Get high out Vegas
Who says these devils ain’t looking for trouble
You just got good genes so a nigga tryna cuff you
Tell your mother that I love her cause I love you
Tell your father we go farther as a couple
Didn’t lose a daughter, got a son
I’ll show you how to do this, hun!
[Hook]
