Lirik

Hold up, you don't wanna get it I can take you, you, you, now I'm in it I just made a whole hit myself, don't sweat it Got the hair extensions in don't sweat it out Baby wanna dance more Foot tapping, take your body to the dance floor Shake your body right down to the damn floor And when the beat comes back take your body from the floor pick it up again Ooh yeah, but you don't wanna get it Need a bit of drip so I wet wet wet it There's a party in the city gonna jet jet jet it 'Bouta crash that party if you just not with it You can sit out, sit down, gonna get it lit now Point me to the mirror need to check up on my fit now Damn my phone died, need to check up on my chick now Wait a second, I ain't got nobody (Let's get it) I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon I don't really mind, though, the seeds taste fine inside my watermelon I'm just tryna be a pain in the neck, so take 'em all out my watermelon I'ma need the seeds all out, take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh, I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh, I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh, I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh, I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my... I can't lie, man, I feel so fly though I got no reason to be feeling myself Cuz the stats will show that I'm all alone (Wait a second, that boy ain't even had a girlfriend) True, still I'm way flyer than you I'm the cat's pyjamas and its furball too I'm the knees of bees, I'm making knees go weak When I do my little dance like a-one and a-two and a Three! Why'd I have to highlight that in my rhyme scheme When I know well that number doesn't like me Still stuck on the second date There's a three-headed dog right behind it tryna bite me All I gotta say to that is you can bite me I know for a fact that your girl 'like-like' me Oh, for real girl, you really like me? (No) Damn! She had me in the first half Whoa, now where them girls at? We don't really give a damn if your phat If you using 2 c's spelling thicc Let me tell you for a fact we don't care about your thigh gap But can you tell me please where them good girls at? Tell me where them girls you taking back to moms at? The ones to get me off the raps, back to singing songs at? The... Nah, hold up bro get it lit again Right, feeling like the man Gonna slap that stupid lil' Rollie out your hand I demand VIP bands for the band And I'ma need security to mingle with the fans I'ma need some handheld fans for the fans in the show I don't want the ladies fainting in the front row Whoa, I'ma need the name of the girl there though With her hair down low, and the skirt and the bow And I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon I don't really mind, though, the seeds taste fine inside my watermelon I'm just tryna be a pain in the neck, so take 'em all out my watermelon I'ma need the seeds all out, take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh, I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh, I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh, I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh, I'ma need the seeds all out Take 'em all out my watermelon Ooh
Writer(s): John Aherne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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