Texty

(Oh, here it goes) I feel like fire, I feel like rain I can take you higher But you gotta earn it Woo, I'm lit, don't mess with it Woo, stand back, let me do my shit Woo, I'm lit, don't mess with it Hands to the sky, show me that you're mine Hands to the sky, show me that you're mine And baby, worship me Worship me On your knees Patiently, quietly, faithfully, worship me Feel that lightning down in my soul And if you wanna feel the thunder, baby Better let me know, let me know Woo, I'm lit, don't mess with it Woo, stand back, let me do my shit Woo, I'm lit, don't mess with it Hands to the sky, show me that you're mine Hands to the sky, show me that you're mine And baby, worship me Worship me (uh-huh) On your knees Patiently, quietly, faithfully, worship me (Oh, here it goes, okay) Stop and smell my roses, posies Appreciate my poses, they know I'ma fanfare like the star-spangled Oh, say, can you see my angles? 'Cause I'm hotter than the, I'm hotter than the stovetop You can put your kettle on, but I'ma make the thing pop No, I ain't talkin' 'bout my word, just my work You can add it all up while I'm beefin' up my purse Hands to the sky, show me that you're mine (make me believe it) Hands to the sky, show me that you're mine (oh, yeah) And baby, worship me (worship me) Worship me (get it together, make it feel good) Patiently, quietly, faithfully, worship me
Writer(s): Joseph Spargur, Ricky Reed, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Joseph Diaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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