Backstreet Flair by Surf God (Reggie) Lyrics

[Intro: Walter Florence]
Bom, uh
Come on girl
Bom
Come on girl

[Verse 1: Walter Florence]
Babe is you caught in the worst-ever trance
Babe is you stuck playin'
Defense
Maybe you could gimme one last chance
Or speakin' with some flair baby
One more dance

(luh-luh-la-la! luh-luh-la-luh)
Look at the playa's then baby watch your skin
I call you beautiful then I watch you grin
(luh-luh-la-la! luh-luh-la-luh)
I grab on your waist and then I kiss your chin
Girl the thought of you man it makes me spin (uh!)
How you glow up this city
Just with a laugh girl so damn pretty
Fine and divine
I could watch you all night
I got you in the backstreet playin' right
Damn!

She's a 70's girl
Man I need this girl

[Pre. Chorus]
Get down girl get wit’ it
We back stage you pretty
You in Houston, Atlanta, my Dirty Diana?
Whoa!

(She got it, she got it)

[Chorus: Lavinia Blue]
She got that flair!
That backstreet flair!
She got that fire!
She got that flair!

She got that flair!
That backstreet flair!
She got that fire!
She got that flair!
(Flare, flare, fire, fla-flare-flare, fire, fla-flare-flare, fire)

[Verse 2: Lavinia Blue]
She said hold on that money
You look good you funny
You say I’m provocative
That’s my prerogative

So don’t do it for the money
Do it for the cash
Don’t do it for the man who sounds like that
(Hay!)

Do yo little dance, baby get comfy
Huddle us in and we’ll all go crazy!
(Uh) What you looking fo’?
If you lookin' for that bread better hit the floor *Walter*
(Oh me? Me!?)

Blowing up my phone
Meeting in the club
Meeting undercover
Are we in —
Blowing up my phone
Meeting in the club
Meeting undercover
Are we in —
[Pre. Chorus]
Get down girl get wit’ it
We back stage you pretty
You in Houston, Atlanta, my Dirty Diana?
(Whoa!)

(She got it, she got it!)

[Chorus]
She got that flair!
That backstreet flair!
She got that fire!
She got that flair!
She got that flair!
That backstreet flair!
She got that fire!
She got that flair!

[Bridge: Lavinia Blue]
She my undercover la-love-a
Picks me up when I’m feeling low
And I want her every night
Maybe, I should let her know

She looks so good
Dripping and driving I’m done with the talking I’m coming to your -(Place)
Lemme come on over
Mommy ain’t home, daddy ain’t coming -
Home
Lemme come home girl

[Bridge: Walter Florence]
Don't do it for the money
Don't do it for the cash don't do it for the man who sound like that
Don't do it for the money
Don't do it for the cash don't do it for the man who sound like that

Oh! What you lookin' for?
You lookin' for the bread better hit the floor
Oh! What you lookin' for?
You lookin' for the bread better hit the floor

[Pre. Chorus: Walter Florence]
Get down girl get wit’ it
We back stage you pretty
You in Houston, Atlanta, my Dirty Diana?
Whoa!

(She got it, she got it)

[Chorus: Lavinia Blue & Walter Florence]
She got that flair! (she got that flair)
That backstreet flair! (that backstreet flair)
She got that fire! (she got that fire)
She got that flair! (she got that flair)

She got that flair! (she got that flair)
That backstreet flair! (that backstreet flair)
She got that fire! (she got that fire)
She got that flair! (she got that flair)

[Chorus: Lavinia Blue & Walter Florence]
She got that flair! (she got that flair)
That backstreet flair! (that backstreet flair)
She got that fire! (she got that fire)
She got that flair! (she got that flair)

She got that flair! (she got that flair)
That backstreet flair! (that backstreet flair)
She got that fire! (she got that fire)
She got that flair! (she got that flair)

(Flare, flare, fire, fla-flare-flare, fire, fla-flare-flare, fire)