Sweat Drop

Pre-Verse:
Sweat...
Drop it...
Sweat...
Drop it...

Verse 1:
Let's move it! Nah, let's lose it
Like pounds, let the music do it
Hey cutie, don't be a sour
Orange, aren't you going to get down a few hours
Wallflowers aren't meant for this jam
(Turn up) as my side cause it's time to go ham
(You foolish) yea, go stupid
(Dumb, dumb) ride the whip so ghoulish
Not to gas you up
But the way you break it down makes me wish you won't dip
Unless it's them hips
Cause you been sitting too long for a couple sips
So I'll request this hit and a hand of yours
To take you to the dance floor
Cause I'm what the party asked for
The captain of the movement task force
So...

Chorus:
Come on, girl
You know that we came to party
All night, move your body
Come on and
Let the Sweat Drop
Let the Sweat Drop
Let the Sweat Drop
Let the Sweat Drop
Sweat Drop

Pre-Verse

Verse 2:
Are them heels killing your vibe?
You're dealing with the right guy; I'll hold them 'til the end of the night
But as collateral, you're jamming all evening. That's Even Stevens
Don't shy away; us meeting would have Walt Disney cheesing
Hakuna Matata, we're doing the Cha-Cha
Slide and you're using what your mama gotcha
We in sync; no bye's in tri's
But I'm gone every time those thighs in sight
(Whoo!) So give her the rhythm and it'll be off with her no's
Cause she can't refuse to move when this song hits the floor
Yea, dropped that dun dun dun when they said don't
But I'm looking for the girls who said they won't
Come on, get-get down! The sweat won't harm you
Everybody ain't watching like you're a performer
But this party is meant for grooving
So don't stand still, baby. Get to moving!

Chorus

Pre-Verse

Verse 3:
Girl, you looking kind of lonely. So join me
It don't matter if you're clumsy; it's fun, babe
Cause all you got to do is make a move in tune
And then you, too, are shaking something
See this is the dancing anthem
You can just sway with your hands up with no reprimanding
Just don't be scurred to get it, gir'
Cause I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
And you're in the place where the vision is blurred
Like the lines Robin Thicke chose to refer
So if you get silly like V.I.C
Blame the wobbling on the drinks that need ID
Show no shame, dames, when they're playing your faves
Whether you twerk it or doing the wave
From the chicken wing to the tootsie roll
As long as you're moving to the floor
Go!

Chorus 3x