Texty
Ok
Oh no
HO$ana yea
Oh no no oh no no oh no no
Ok I wanna make you my side chick not my main bitch (No way)
But I want you all around me all the time
Pull your panties to the side
Make you wanna come alive
Broke niggas ain't allowed right
You can ride me like a bike
Hold my stick like a mic
Cause girl you drive me insane
Like a drop top in the rain
Wanna always keep you entertained
Pop a bottle of champagne
She keep on calling me papi
Bad b look like brandy
Yea I'm sipping on bicardi
Late night after party
She keep on calling me papi
Bad b look like brandy
Yea I'm sipping on bacardi
Late night after party
Hop off a jet
I wanna take you home (Let's go)
Cause I'm gonna make you known
She said she one pull up and pull up my nigga we sipping alcohol
About to roll a zoot and puff and pass we high as them astronauts
I'm not in love with you for real
But you're an addiction like a pill
Take you on vacation to the hills
Baby bend over you know the drill
I could be your lover for the night
She loves me cause I hit it right
When we about it she off the lights
She suck me off 69
I could be your lover for the night yea yea
Yea yea oh na oh na HO$ana yea
She keep on calling me papi
Bad b look like brandy
Yea I'm sipping on bacardi
Late night after party
She keep on calling me papi
Bad b look like brandy
Yea I'm sipping on bacardi
Late night after party
Hop off a jet
I wanna take you home
Cause I'm gonna make you known
Writer(s): Ademola Aluko
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