Italian

All she wants to do is hang out And eat some italian Rolling up in bed I swear she's a bad one Sip a little red wine, red wine Always keep her head high, head high All she wants to do is hang out And eat some Italian Man, I swear She's only here for the fun Hair in a bun, coolin' Barefoot in bed Don't care what anyone of you think Careful with friends Barely letting any new in Light another one Staring at the sun, tuned in Listen to Nirvana Nevermind the drama Only pick up calls from me The money and her mama She's loyal to the bone Death before dishonor Living life like there's no tomorrow Tarantino movies in the afternoon, yeah Al Pacino groovy With Italian food, yeah There ain't really nothing That we have to do, yeah So we just cruise through the days Like ooo yeah And when there ain't nothing to do When you feel lonely Baby, hit my line I'll come right through All she wants to do is hang out And eat some italian Rolling up in bed I swear she's a bad one Sip a little red wine, red wine Always keep her head high, head high All she wants to do is hang out And eat some Italian Yeah She's the coolest that I've ever done met Keep the booty banging Like a drum set Sangiovese got us sending drunk texts Rolling up shit We're never upset No overthinking We're just having fun, yeah Up all night Until we see the sun, yeah Keep on riding it Until she's done, yeah Look me in my eyes Before she comes, yeah Don't give a fuck I know she cares about me No matter where I go I know she's got me Love the way she'll do it like nobody Never cocky Just let 'em copy And when there ain't nothing to do When you feel lonely Baby, hit my line I'll come right through All she wants to do is hang out And eat some italian Rolling up in bed I swear she's a bad one Sip a little red wine, red wine Always keep her head high, head high All she wants to do is hang out And eat some Italian