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Girl call Atisha, your beautician Cause your hair is gon need fixin' yeahh Call Atisha, your beautician yeah. She got protection in her pocketbook She playin' hard but I know I got her shook Oh baby take it from me Baby like a crook I've been reading you Like an open book. Sing it to me now Purse, shirt, skirt, yeah shawty take it off Necklace, my white tee, my nikes Shawty Ima take it off She just got her hair did But you know I can't stop it And right after we're finished Im gon' get your shit fixed. Sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out Gon sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out Girl let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out Let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out Ohhhh. We're trading affection as I mess up her bang Hair everywhere all in her face (all in her face) Didn't mean to mess up a good thing But I needed you babe Don't be mad at me You should've got braids. Sing it to me now Purse, Skirt, Shirt, I'm glad that you took it off Necklace, white tee, my nikes, I couldn't wait to take it off I know you got your hair did But you know I couldn't stop it I told you once we finish That I would get your shit fixed. Sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out Gon sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out Girl let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out Let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out. The sweat is racin' down your spine I promise it's gon' be alright Just call Atisha, your beautician I promise it will be just fine In two or three or hours You'll be smilin' She gon' get that hair bone straight And even though I got it all tangled I know you like the love we make. The love we make The love we make The love we make The love we make. I know you like the love we make The love we make I know you like the love we make The love we make. Girl I can't wait Doctor on your body That's what up and I know that it's intentional She got it fixed just so I can fuck it up So put it on me right (yeah) You know you ain't right (yeah) Girl whip it, whip it, flip it, flip it (yeah) Oh, get it, get it, rock with it Oh, get it, get it, rock with it. Oh, get it, get it, rock with it. You know I'll make you ass (sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out) Thank you for the birthday cake(sweat it ou, sweat it out, sweat it out) Look at you looking like a milkshake(sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out) So go on about your day(sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out) And hit me up when I could milk that thing (Sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out)
Writer(s): Young Jedi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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