Lyrics Let Me Take You Out - Bryan J , Travis Porter

Hey. how you Doing?
How you Doing?
Hey. how you doing?
How you doing?
I pull up in my whip
See this little shawty
Roll down my window just so I
Can talk to that girl
Oh that girl
That girl
Oh that girl
That girl
Oh that girl
That girl.
Ohhh, that girl.

Her body was a hater
She say she a libra.
She had them big old tittes
Hotter than her?
She had some leggings on
With some shades like a diva.
And on top of that she hopped outta

Her own two seater.

Damn!
Oh damn!
If I get this girl I know Ill be the man.
Like Damn!
Oh damn!

Let me get your numba
(So I can call ya)

Let Me take you out (Ya let me take you out)
Baby girl you's a cutie
Baby let me take you out
To a dinner and a movie.

We ain't gotta go home.
It all about ur booty.
Baby let me take you out When the clock strikes 9
Come outside.
Ima pick you up
Ima pick you up.
We gunna have a good time
Ima charm your ass girl
Till you get enough
Untill you get enough (Dont stop till u get enough)
Strumming her back with my hands in her hair
Oooo if she gettin in trouble she gunna find
It right her.
She? on the highway.

Heading back to my place
Now we in the driveway

Now she walking in and Im like.
Damn!
Oh damn!

If I get this girl I know Ill be the man.
Like Damn!
Oh damn!

And when the nights over we can do it again
Let Me take you out (Ya let me take you out)
Baby girl you's a cutie

Baby let me take you out
To a dinner and a movie.
We ain't gotta go home.
It all about ur booty.
Baby let me take you out Pull up, blue thing, two door, cute thing
Little black dress, Im like damn who this cute thing
Oh that girl

Which one
Oh that girl
Which one

Oh that girl
Oh you talking bout that girl.
Now see quiz want that girl
But i think i want her friend

They look so much alike
Quiz i think that they are twins.
So baby lets up
My driver will pick you up.

I ain't tryin take you home
Im trying doing something like.
Take ya out to lunch

Five star diner.
Pedicure, Manicure, everything designer.
And I don't kno what you used to
But let me take you out.
You and ur friends

Me and my friends
Come back to my house.
Let Me take you out (Ya let me take you out)
Baby girl you's a cutie
Baby let me take you out
To a dinner and a movie.
We ain't gotta go home.
It all about ur booty.
Baby let me take you out If you know your really feeling this song
Shawty, tell the DJ to win that back
You really needa holla at
That girl
Oh that girl
That girl
Oh that girl
No no not that girl
Oh that girl.