Lyrics Jim Jones – Go Cinderella
Text:
Chorus:
Hey, come here row with the fellow!
Baby girl,
Go Cinderella!
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go Cinderella!
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go Cinderella!
I need to rewind these plays from the top
Hey, call me…
Baby girl sweat cold as a cellar.
So cold I’m about to go get a sweater.
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go Cinderella!
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go Cinderella!
Hey, I say go Cinderella!
Keep it law while I raw this vanilla.
You’re boyfriend told you I was broke,
Never ever, it’s mozzarella every time I go see the…
Ka-ching!
Go Cinderella!
Go Cinderella!
Put me on the mix,
You so spin, Cinderella!
A chauffer, how about a holly umbrella?
Go Cinderella!
Let’s go Cinderella!
Let me now when you wanna go,
Cause whenever, ever, ever I’ll be…
I will never do the… I’ll be your patron.
Yeah! You can turn me in my zone,
Ain’t nobody throwing rocks, but I’ll probably get in stones.
I put on sight,
Be aware what you want, girl
We gonna get it all night!
Chorus:
Hey! Hey, come here row with the fellow!
Baby girl sweat cold as a cellar.
So cold I’m about to go get a sweater.
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go Cinderella!
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go, go Cinderella!
I pulled up
Came to the club just to borrow a vanilla,
I know I do, I trust…
But the bitch start acting a little too Cinderella.
No glass slipper…
Shit it!
Both hills above one hill,
And I watch getting you chills…
You all looking good in a skirt and a brow,
With them big body…
With the bitch getting touching feelings,
Cause I took the…
Now we’re in the street with the nipples out,
I told that bitch I still put a pistol out.
Chorus:
Hey! Hey, come here row with the fellow!
Baby girl sweat cold as a cellar.
So cold I’m about to go get a sweater.
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go Cinderella!
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go, go Cinderella!
Cinderella, go sing it,
She rocks Luis Vuitton, Gucci, Fendi,..
…
In the club getting low, with a tag on the dress.
You know that, take a close back,
After the party to the morgue, get her dough back
Take a code act, grab my balls at,
Fuck all these models with a…
Yeah!…
… no next day, what happens next no need to explain.
Got slow, no, no ex-games,
Get straight to the… sex cage.
Chorus:
Hey! Hey, come here row with the fellow!
Baby girl sweat cold as a cellar.
So cold I’m about to go get a sweater.
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go Cinderella!
I see you on the dance floor, you know I’m a tell her.
Go Cinderella!
Go, go Cinderella!