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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mykko Montana
Mykko Montana
Vocals
K CAMP
K CAMP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Graves
M. Graves
Songwriter
B. Turner
B. Turner
Songwriter
K. CAMPBELL
K. CAMPBELL
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K CAMP
K CAMP
Recording Engineer
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

We can start off on this floor End up on that bed You rubbin through my head While I'm all between yo legs Imma hit it from the front, back, side, side Girl I love the way you do it Girl I love the way you do it Lil shawty so damn bad Her shoes matchin her bag Her nails matchin her feet Li'l shawty sholl unique She rubbin on my back I'm rubbin on her thighs Her tounge off in my ear Imma take it up to first gear How we don't like that freaky shit But tonight I might just will Cut the radio off I'm bumpin that Johnny Gill She said Mykko you nasty I said no I'm just real She started playin her role This shit just got too real I tied off my dreads Then fell off in her legs She slowed me down then sat me down Then started givin me head No personally I don't know this bitch But I'm diggin all her ways She 5'2" and I'm 6'4" I'm goin in MJ When I hit the club I'm coolin A bad bitch I'm perusin She in park but her ass be movin Too turnt up and I can't stop groovin One look at it and she can't stop lookin Girl Scout swag but she ain't sellin cookies Dancin on the pole while she playin with that pussy Don't shoot me down baby girl I'm like cupid So she shoved him off that pole And told me shomethin I should know The music loud she was talkin low I couldn't understand this hoe So I told shawty go change clothes and meet me back right here Don't say a word just grab ya bag so we can disappear She said bet and I said cool Later on we was at the twelve She don't drink lean but she smoke loud So we burned down the whole hell See you the type I might take home and let you spend the night But I don't know yet Its our first date Let me think about it aight! So we in the whip on 75 trynna figure out the move She said aye and I said what She gone ask me what we gone do Come lay ya head on my lap and do somethin you barely don't do She said then she got loose and blew the top off of that coochie
Writer(s): Steven L. Russell, Damon E. Thomas, Durrell Babbs, Eric D. Dawkins, Omari Ishmale Grandberry, Antonio Lamar Dixon, Harvey Jay Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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