Paroles

They acting like they having fun like "Is you really?" Lemme go and grab my coat I'm feeling chilly Slim waist, dinner plate, they ain't silly? Let em hate Go and hit my shuffle, I think I'm off a couple Went ahead and pushed em to the side like a cheat code Got the ball I'm flying like I'm Clyde cause we ain't equal One, Two, Three! Boutta let it fly like an eagle Went ahead and smoked it to the face but the shit ain't legal I be like "Wassup?" And she can't get enough I don't wanna fall in love I'm only tryna fuck Pop it like champagne, wet it up Got my brothers in the cut Michael Jordan shoulder shrug Balling off that secret stuff We about to take em to the doctor They wanna be silly but they ain't doin it proper Just let it show, let it go, let it flow She hot and ready, pizza roll Knock em down domino Bird call, Allen Poe (Brrd) Wanna talk about they knuckles Gotta put dis shit to werk Make it clap like It's a huddle (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap) Got me twins I'm seeing double (Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha) Now I'm bout buck sixty with muscle Charge it up, charge it up Went ahead and charged it up Reese Pieces, buttercup Lemme see that tummy tuck In the function, in the function yeah they friends And let's not pretend like you ain't got let us in
Writer(s): Koto Koto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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