Lyrics:
to come back
So I add her to my hall of fame here
Bet your man can't do it like this (tell the truth girl)
Bet your man can't do it like this (its all
So I add her to my hall of fame here
Bet your man can't do it like this (tell the truth girl)
Bet your man can't do it like this (its all on you
add her to my hall of fame here
Bet your man can't do it like this (tell the truth girl)
Bet your man can't do it like this (its all on you girl
back
So I add her to my hall of fame here
Bet your man can't do it like this (tell the truth girl)
Bet your man can't do it like this (its all
night
She's working overtime, my heart's working overtime
So hey girl, hey girl, why you hesitate, girl?
'Cause I gotta see pretty and it's right by me
jumpin', throw it out shorty
See a little somethin', get it on the floor
Show me what you know, bend over, stick it out
Let me see you touch your toes, shake
please don't think were dating
I just wanna fuck tonight
Love is overrated
Raised in a trailer by the beaches
Now I got different spots all over like
Yea they say they gone run up on that girl over their
Ah yeah, I'm that girl over there
Truth or dare, cause the truth is I don't really care
I
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
I'm lovin' how you doin', what you doin' All that shit you talkin' bout, now you gotta
prove it So bend over, shake it
Do it for me like it, make
the trenches
I hit your bitch like a wide receiver
Smoke out the bag, got a lot of reefer
Jumanji Saint Laurent, it's made by a cheetah
I got her real cheap
girl I want, but I try not to flaunt it
I bought this new high tech utility belt
The best one they sell, guaranteed not to melt
I think Robin is
a picture flick it up
And she with her bi***es celebrate and live it up (ughh)
Get it bi***hh
Get with yo bi*** and fu** it up
Get with yo bi*** and fu**
cheesing in all my shit.
This hoe keep callin my phone, she ain't trynna call it quits
Smith & Wesson that's my guardian
Draped over Gucci cardigan
And I
it over, Motorola ,Baby closer
Shake it faster, Call me a Rasta, Twist like pasta
Boom big batty girl she a leng ting
She dressed up and she
as she walks by
The girl is dope and I cannot lie
But it's not worth the pain or the shame
And it's sure not worth losing my baby
She's begging me
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
a bitch that
Got no sense of humor
It's Lil Cumstain, I'm the booty consumer
I take off hеr shoe and then do the manеuver
And if she act tough
I might whip
my mans
Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
Got to get it popping,
the damn thing
I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll
I feel like a dummy
I’m over thinking and sometimes girl I feel like you don’t even love me
You got my heart from me
I know that you love me
But
them to pop the question hope a ring over here
Girl you seem so happy
Girl you seem so sad
Girl got me thinking got me thinking you are mad
Girl got
of this pencil in hand
Maybe it’s taking notes
Maybe it’s obsession with chokes
Maybe it’s jokes that made him
Go over the edge
Maybe he should have
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