Lyrics

Flirtatious she don't want love in the air contagious My god my goodness gracious Blowing my phone say she want to be famous Good Jesus I'm working no time for cheesin' Down bad she was whipping that nissan That fame make a bitch do treason No p's and q's just theiven Heathen Put it on me man me man You ain't heard it from me man She was riding that wave got sea sick Better find yourself good jesus Put my best foot forth Came back packing that force Jevvy you the best of course She on the internet Making moves showed her ass on all fours I'm richer than the middle man Nigga went gold like i'm trinadad Veterans getting outrapped by the undergrad Getting out of hand Shit is getting outrageous Down bad she be looking all fine She be looking like woo! Flirtatious she don't want love in the air contagious My god my goodness gracious Blowing my phone say she want to be famous Flirtatious she don't want love in the air contagious My god my goodness gracious Blowing my phone say she want to be famous And you know i'm coming back with the heat Death to the beat pass it to me I'ma show you how to merc these hittas Can't fall for the trick fall for the bitch Calling my phone guaranteed i'm finna drop on these bitches This money really ain't that long Still she gon drop that ass down on all fours OF COURSE OF COURSE Put in that work Still tryna make a couple bands fisherr Still gotta pay the rent due on first Nigga still tryna fuck the whole game fisherr Still tryna make the ends meet fisherr Still she gon drop that ass down for sir! Flirtatious she don't want love in the air contagious My god my goodness gracious Blowing my phone say she want to be famous Flirtatious she don't want love in the air contagious My god my goodness gracious Blowing my phone say she want to be famous
Writer(s): Bijan Amir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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