Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Comin' out your mouth
With your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me in the back
With the jack at the jukebox
I don't care where you live at
Just turn around boy
Let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chitchat
Just show me where your dick's at
Music's up
Listen, hot stuff
I'm in love with this song
So just hush
Baby, shut up
Heard enough
Stop talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my car
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah
Boy, come on get your rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
Wanna dance with no pants on
(holla!)
Meet me in the back
With the jack at the jukebox
So cut to the chase, kid
'cause I know you don't care
What my middle name is
I'm gonna be naked
And you're wasted
Music's up
Listen, hot stuff
I'm in love with this song
So just hush
Baby, shut up
Heard enough
Stop talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my car
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah
You be delayin'
You won't be sayin' some shiz
You say I'm playin'
I'm never layin' that bitch
Sayin' "blah blah blah"
'cause I don't care who you are
In this bar
It only matters who I am
Stop talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my car
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my car
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah
Oh
Stop talkin'
Stop talkin' that
Writer(s): Benjamin Levin, Kesha Sebert, Neon Hitch, Sean Foreman
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