Suit & Tie Lyrics

Justin Timberlake

[Intro: Justin Timberlake]
I be on my suit and tie shit, tied shit, tied
I be on my suit and tie shit, tied shit
Can I show you a few things?
A few things, a few things, little baby cause
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
I be on my suit and tie shit, tied shit
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things

[Timbaland] Wait a minute. You ready, JT?

[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]
I can't wait til I get you on the floor, good-looking
Going hot so hot, just like an oven
And owww burned myself, I just had to touch it
But It's so fire and it's all mine
Hey baby, and we don't mind all the watching
Cause if they study close, real close
They might learn something
She ain't nothing but a little doozie when she does it
She's so fire tonight
[Hook: Justin Timberlake]
And as long as I've got my suit and tie
I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And you're dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
now we're in the swing of love
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Hey

[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake]
Stop, let me get a good look at it
Oooh So thick, now I know why they call it a fatty and awww
Shit's so sick got a hit and picked up a habit
But that's alright, cause you're all mine
Awww Go on and show ‘em who you call daddy
I guess they're just mad cause girl, they wish they had it
Oooh My killer, my thriller, yeah you're a classic
And you're all mine tonight

[Hook]

[Justin Timberlake] Hey, get out ya seat, Hov

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Get out your set hov
All black at the white shows
White shoes at the black shows
Green card for the Cuban linx
Y'all sit back and enjoy the light show
Nothing exceeds like excess
Stoute got gout from having the best of the best
Is this what it's all about?
I'm at the restaurant my rent
disturbing the guests
Years of distress, tears on the dress
Trying to hide her face with some make up sex
This is truffle season
Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason
All saints for my angel
Alexander Wang too
Ass tight Denim and some Dunks
I show you how to do this young!
No papers, catch vapors
Get high, out Vegas
Dusses on doubles ain't looking for trouble
You just got good jeans so a nigga trying cuff you
Tell your mother that I love her cause I love you
Tell your father we go farther as a couple
They ain't lose a daughter, got a son
I show you how to do this, huh!

Hook

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