Ass on Fire

Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Baby girl, make that ass clap Up and down, I love that Booty turned up on four bags Gotta get that ass fat Make that booty go round And round, and round Goddamn, girl, I love you Make that booty go round And round, and round Goddamn, girl, I love you now Like stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire Stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire Like, goddamn, bitch, I think I love you Dim the lights, it's time to fuck, boo You can wear my shirt after we're done, boo Never locked up so rally can't come through I ball up in some brand new shit To Wal-Mart ladies you can suck my dick Like rump your ass, just swing that shit Like up and down every goddamn day 'Cause I'm rollin', rollin', rollin' now Middle finger up when I haul white style I told you, told you, told you now Speed Gang bitch taken over now I'm a two-way On a Tuesday Motherfuckers ain't got some two-base Like, make way It's Speed Gang 6-1-6 gun room made Like, baby, let's cuddle You were there to schedule Every time I was in trouble Me and you were in the huddle Had to get it, had to hustle Every night we gettin' blunted Getting fake too much Now you're gonna need somethin' Baby girl, make that ass clap Up and down, I love that Booty turned up on four bags Gotta get that ass fat Make that booty go round And round, and round Goddamn, girl, I love you Make that booty go round And round, and round Goddamn, girl, I love you now Like stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire Stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire Just stop, drop, make that booty just pop Stop, drop, make that booty just pop Goup and bashin' food I get these bitches wet I do a moaning, ups, I spat on you It's in your hair, I'm sorry boo I can't control what my nut do I like to cum, I cum on you From Michigan I rep the rule With juicy fever, fuck this school I said, fuck that fuckboy That you love so bad I know you still think about The times we had I said fuck that fuckboy That you love so bad Do you still think about The times we had? Look, bitch Baby girl, make that ass clap Up and down, I love that Booty turned up on four bags Gotta get that ass fat Make that booty go round And round and round Goddamn, girl, I love you Make that booty go round And round and round Goddamn, girl, I love you now Like stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire Stop, drop, damn, that ass on fire Oh, you ain't gotta say it to My high school-looking Eyes, I could tell you where to fall And you ain't gotta call me your boo Just best the one for The one for you, aye You ain't gotta say it to My high school-looking Eyes, I could tell you where to fall And you ain't gotta call me your boo Just best the one for The one for you 'Cause I oh, oh, oh May I, oh, oh, oh And you're oh, oh, oh You're the oh, oh, oh