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"Boy's a Clown" is a track by Christina Milian, from the album Dream In Color*, released 2008. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Pitbull & Christina] Hit 'em with it now Christina [?] Jim Jonsin [?] Pitbull We gon' kill it in the club with this one Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Get ready for this) [Verse 1] My girls get ready and get guessing So sexy, breaking no sweat From head down to the feet While the boys, they stand there and they're gawkin' They watchin' and they stalkin' Just tell 'em "In your dreams" [Pre-Chorus] They lookin' me up and down I like it when I do it like this These lips, these hips You can't touch, you won't kiss Get a drink, get another round Okay, now you been dismissed Take a pic, click, click Goodbye, you're not it [Chorus] You think you fly You think you slick You smile 'cause all the girls chase you around You think you cool But you ain't shit Somebody paint his face, this boy's a clown [Post-Chorus] This boy's a... This, this boy's a... This, this boy's a clown This boy's a clown This boy's a... This, this boy's a... This, this boy's a clown This boy's a clown [Interlude: Pitbull] Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Pow [Verse 2: Christina & Pitbull] I got that boom (That boom), that bang (That bang) Make you say my name My sugarcane (My cane), baby (Baby) It's so, so good to taste I got that fume (That fume), that flame (That flame) Get so hard to tame But feel that bass (Bass), feel that bass (Bass) (Hola Christine, can you hit the [?]?) (Check this out, clown, let me [?]) [Verse 3: Pitbull] Supercalifragilistic, I'll expel your ass I know you seen me, dawg, but I don't know your ass Now freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze Take a picture, click I play chess, they play checkers I get bread, they play catcher [?] get checks like Beckham Check this out, buddy, what the hell was you thinking? [?] mama like Christine You must like that beef, like [?] [?] you could find yourself missing Do yourself a favor and listen, listen, listen It doesn't matter what they say Go ahead and do your own thing And move those haters out your way Pow [Pre-Chorus] They lookin' me up and down I like it when I do it like this These lips, these hips You can't touch, you won't kiss Get a drink, get another round Okay, now you been dismissed Take a pic, click, click Goodbye, you're not it [Chorus] You think you fly You think you slick You smile 'cause all the girls chase you around You think you cool But you ain't shit Somebody paint his face, this boy's a clown [Post-Chorus] This boy's a... This, this boy's a... This, this boy's a clown This boy's a clown This boy's a... This, this boy's a... This, this boy's a clown This boy's a clown [Bridge: Pitbull] Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Pow, breakdown [Chorus] You think you fly You think you slick You smile 'cause all the girls chase you around You think you cool But you ain't shit Somebody paint his face, this boy's a clown [Outro] This boy's a... This, this boy's a... This, this boy's a clown This boy's a clown
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