Pound The Alarm

The Troubletones: Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Santana: Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them Some call me Nicki, and some call me Roman Skeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza Sugar: (whoa) Giuseppe Zannotti my own sneaker Sexy, sexy that's all I do If you need a bad bitch Let me call a few Pumps on and them little mini skirts is out I see some good girls, I'mma turn 'em out Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle, hey? Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle, let's go.

Sugar: Music, makes me, high

The Troubletones: Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Brittany: Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm!

I wanna do it for the night, night So get me now, and knock this over I wanna do it like you like, like Come get me, baby, we're not getting younger I just want you tonight, night Baby, we won't do it for life, life

Sugar: Music, makes me, high

The Troubletones: Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Brittany: Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm!

Sugar: Alarm!

Brittany: Alarm!

Santana: Alarm!

Mercedes: Alarm!

The Troubletones: Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Sugar and Brittany with The Troubletones: Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm!