Solja Girl (feat. Steele 11)

Yeah, shorty came up and asked me to sign her notes on her iPhone She say, she got me on replay all on her drive home Before she left, she had me sing her one of my songs I gave her chills in the heat, I see her thighs Oh my, goosebumps rise Another pretty bitch, that stay down for the ride And she natural, she said, "You have to blow" I-I-I-I know that you know Soon as she turned around, I had to say, "Hold up" You know the words to, "let me down", you more than a fan, you a Solja Not only that, I really like that you is older She know more than half of my stories, but I don't know her Yeah, I don't know nobody but myself, unless you blood But, if I'm to care, it's only what you is, fuck what you was All I- All I know is, what you is right now is starstruck You could bump that unreleased while on the way to Starbucks I'm tempted to simp over a fan She talkin' like she not datin' a man But ya man is a fan too He wanna work? He might gotta let me smash you Shorty came up and asked me to sign her notes on her iPhone She say, she got me on replay all on her drive home Before she left, she had me sing her one of my songs I gave her chills in the heat, I see her thighs Oh my, goosebumps rise Another pretty bitch, that stay down for the ride And she natural, she said, "You have to blow" I-I-I-I know that you know She know I'm a goat, and I know she a ho Tell me why the story different, every time you hit my phone You fucked up way too many times, but I still call you my ho And it's crazy, oh girl, you crazy Oh, how the time changed But we'll still do it my way Girl, are you gonna wait on me (Wait on me) Girl, are you gonna tell me what you really need? 'Cause I'ma tell you what you wanna see I-I-I-I was in my Miami, tryna get you out my mind I was in a Camry, fuckin' on another bitch I met online I was overthinkin' about you the whole time I was really thinkin' I loved you I was really thinkin' I wanted you Girl, I keep it simple This chopper pop him like a pimple The money, it be triple That them dudes makin' you fuckin' with Girl, you know that I ain't no jit Girl, you know that I keep a stick Girl, I'm tryna make you my bitch (Uh, uh) Shorty came up and asked me to sign her notes on her iPhone She say, she got me on replay all on her drive home Before she left, she had me sing her one of my songs I gave her chills in the heat, I see her thighs Oh my, goosebumps rise Another pretty bitch, that stay down for the ride And she natural, she said, "You have to blow" I-I-I-I know that you know