Filthy - Justin Timberlake (贾斯汀·汀布莱克)

Written by：Justin Timberlake/Larrance Dopson/James Fauntleroy/Floyd Nathaniel Hills/Timothy Mosley

Hey

If you know what's good what's good

If you know what's good

If you know what's good what's good

If you know what's good

Hey

If you know what's good what's good

If you know what's good

Haters gon' say it's fake

So real

Haters gon' say it's fake

So real

Haters gon' say it's fake

So real

All my haters gon' say it's fake

I guess I got my swagger back

I said put your filthy hands all over me

Ya know this ain't the clean version

And what you gonna do with all that meat

Cookin' up a mean servin'

No question I want it

Fire up everybody smokin'

Your friends my friends

And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning

Come chill baby you the coldest

Go for 'em put 'em on notice

You don't wanna walk through here

Baby don't you mind if I do yeah

Exactly what you like times two yeah

Got me singin' ooh ooh

So baby don't you mind if I do

Look put your filthy hands all over me

Ya know this ain't the clean version

And what you gonna do with all that beast

When I leave the cage open

Huh walk to me uh

No question I want it

Fire up everybody smokin'

Your friends my friends

And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning

Come chill baby you the coldest

Go for 'em put 'em on notice

You don't wanna walk through here

Baby don't you mind if I do yeah

Exactly what you like times two yeah

Got me singin' ooh ooh

So baby don't you mind if I do

Come on break it down

If you know what's good what's good

If you know what's good

If you know what's good what's good

If you know what's good

If you know what's good what's good

If you know what's good

Haters gon' say it's fake

So real

Haters gon' say it's fake

So real

Haters gon' say it's fake

So real

All my haters gon' say it's fake

Baby don't you mind if I do

Exactly what you like times two times two

Got me singin' ooh ooh

Baby don't you mind if I do

Come on

Your friends my friends

And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning six in the morning

Your friends my friends

And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning six in the morning

In the morning in the morning

So put your filthy hands all over me

Ya know this ain't the clean version

Go on and put your filthy hands all over me

No this ain't the clean version

Do you see me

Can you find me

Look closer

Through the trees

Do you see it