Nick Cannon - Pajama Pants feat. Migos, Traphik & Future

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Get it pappy, get it pappy, let's get it pappy
Migos, push up

I'm faced it, I need a arm to this
I like it the Portorican on the dance
Never talk 'bout what she do up in the club
I'm talking 'bout what if, what if I receive you in my room
Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants

That girl right there is with pappy
Get the right girl how's dropping
Don't need gas pull it with gas, do what they did don't stop it
Don't wanna see you with no skirt
Don't wanna see you don't popping
Get some whores, get some whores and don't stop
See coming along with the friends
'Bout now fucking a friends
You know how we go with them haters
That's all
But don't believe the roomers
What college girls are cookers?
Baby how get in my room, should I call all friends that are cookers

To the strippers salute, try girls Alleluia
They got your grandmother torch
They not a bloomer

To the strippers salute, try girls Alleluia
They got your grandmother torch
They not a bloomer

I'm faced it, I need a arm to this
I like it the Portorican on the dance
Never talk 'bout what she do up in the club
I'm talking 'bout what if, what if I receive you in my room
Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants

She park like she's dropping
Shownty career, she torching, she rolling
Her body like a should do
Nigga they carry, we rolling up
The mama she bang, she starring on
Told me the baby how good enough
She torching and making that money like
But suddenly she hitting that [?] you have mercy
Pick up from all in the [?] but never told her that I missed her

Bumping in pajamas take her into Bahamas
She can't smoke about my river
She'll be introduce to my mama
Like a piece they deliver into the name
And you you can kiss with [?]
We're on our way to the top
Nigga party at the top floor
And you cannot tend this party unless you got no pajamas

I say "How got the nicest cakes un in their pajamas?"
Could it be the East Coast Latino's mommies torching the B cake
Or could it be that LA face with a butt from dv
Either way put that cake in my face like it's my B day
She know just what she doing, when she doing, what she does
I take a couple shuts up at her booty 'til I'm bust
Plus I feel that heavy pumping though my blood
Doing like the bitches skinny I just love a legal
So if you got that apple maybe peach maybe a plumb
My bananas in pajamas so I chop it, here I come
I'm moving like mechanic cause I'll beat it like a drum
My hand up on her cakes and then squeeze 'em 'til they crumbs
Wake up in the morning make a sandwich and I'm sways
You cannot have my babies I's so sorry please don't hate me
She said I were with my pajamas, they say I bought you a [?]
I said no you had it back but baby I was just JP

Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants
Get it popping in the pajamas pants

Boss man Nick was kind enough to throw me on this track with him and Migos and Future, a fun song about the love for booties in pajama pants.