Lyrics

Oh my god, what does that mean? I don't know what it is, but it sounds good! (yeah, haha) Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo (oo-oo) I will stop at nothing, (oh) Knowing that it's nothing (I) I will stop at nothing She got her accent from London Apparentely I got something for you, you know How you getting so high and just stoop this low? Oh she is a fashion killer, yeah, she put on a show Oh baby you know what I've been through, there is more than you know Woah woah, woah woah woah woah (woah) Woah woah woah woah, woah woah (woah) Woah woah woah, woah woah woah I can tell it is real She talk like me, she speak my lingo One day they love you, next they hate Baby, I know how things go You know I get high as a bitch, I'm off the weed and titos Woah woah woah, woah woah woah I will stop at nothing (oh) Knowing that it's nothing (I) I will stop at nothing She got her accent from London I can tell it is real She talk like me, she speak my lingo One day they love you, next they hate Baby, I know how things go You know I get high as a bitch, I'm off the weed and titos Woah woah woah, woah woah woah I wanna show you off I wanna show you off, I wanna uh, yeah Tell your freinds what we on Tell your freinds what we on, cause I wanna show you
Writer(s): Xavier Weeks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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