Jimi

Ooh Sound of 60's, baby Huh Yeah Oh, yeah You're the hot shot You got money to spend But you looking for a lover Who can still pay your rent Keep it G Class Like your Mercedes Benz Why you chillin' in the back Taking pics on the 'gram Said I don't do drugs You pop 'em like M&M's And you slim thick but you shady baby like Eminem She said, "Hush, boy 'Cause I'ma make you a man Baby, you could call me Alice Take you to Wonderland" and I said I'm on that Jimi Hendrix I ball way out in Mars And you a foxy lady Babe, come and touch the stars I'm on that Jimi Hendrix I ball way out in Mars I think I love you, baby Like I love my guitar Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh My guitar I think I love you, baby Like I love my guitar Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh My guitar I think I love you, baby Like I love my guitar You're the hot shot Mm, but don't you pretend Yeah, you say you love me, baby You just like famous men And I'm a pop star I don't mind if you flex You can leave me and then love me And be on to the next and you said "Bring me that money, honey Baby, don't talk too much Gimme that lovey dovey Gimme that gushy stuff" 'Scuse me I'm feeling funny Babe, and I don't know why She said, "Come kiss me, baby" And we can kiss the sky 'cause I'm on that Jimi Hendrix I ball way out in Mars (yeah) And you a foxy lady (foxy lady) Babe, come and touch the stars (ooh, yeah) I'm on that Jimi Hendrix (oh, babe) I ball way out in Mars I think I love you, baby (love you, baby) Like I love my guitar Woo-ooh-ooh-yeah My guitar I think I love you, baby Like I love my guitar, yeah Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh My guitar I think I love you, baby Like I love my guitar My guitar I think I love you, baby Like I love my guitar, yeah (Ooh, yeah) my guitar I think I love you, baby Like I love my guitar