Lyrics

She walk like a savage Seen her from a mile away This shawty a bad bitch Looking like Shania Twain Now I'm like whoa-oh-oh Digging your pants in your high heel boots Whoa-oh-oh Next day thing know, shawty in my crew She called in July When she know what she like She got expensive taste But she see me online Her DM's overflowing With dudes who tryna slide But I'm not one of them guys Yeah I'm on another vibe Whoa-oh, we can fly to Toronto Or just whip to my condo Get lit after cashing me and goes She walk like a savage Seen her from a mile away This shawty a bad bitch Looking likе Shania Twain Now I'm like whoa-oh-oh Digging your pants in your high heel boots Whoa-oh-oh Nеxt thing they know, shawty in my crew She walk like a savage Seen her from a mile away This shawty a bad bitch Looking like Shania Twain Now I'm like whoa-oh-oh Digging your pants in your high heel boots Whoa-oh-oh Next day they know, shawty in my crew I don't wanna say to much, but I'm really feelin' you I ain't never been in love, I'm fucking cynical Thought it would be a night, now I can't let you go You a star baby, I'm a centerfold Now life's better with you next to me You're the missing piece to my legacy So L.A., my lil' lemon tree And you taste so good I love your recepie Whoa-oh, we can fly to Toronto Or just whip to my condo Get lit after cashing me and goes She walk like a savage Seen her from a mile away This shawty a bad bitch Looking like Shania Twain Now I'm like whoa-oh-oh Digging your pants in your high heel boots Whoa-oh-oh Next thing they know, shawty in my crew She walk like a savage Seen her from a mile away This shawty a bad bitch Looking like Shania Twain Now I'm like whoa-oh-oh Digging your pants in your high heel boots Whoa-oh-oh Next thing they know, shawty in my crew Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh
Writer(s): Morgan Taylor, Jordan Lutes, David James Ramos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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