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Uh | He like, "Damn, lil' mami, yeah, you fine as hell" | I got Ricky on the feet and the bag Chanel (Uh-huh)
Uh He like, "Damn, lil' mami, yeah, you fine as hell" I got Ricky on the feet and the bag Chanel (Uh-huh) Lip gloss so sweet, I don't kiss and tell YSL, got shooters outside as well Vybz Kartel, bitches only be my biggest fan And I get everything I want 'cause I can Pretty in the real life, pretty pon the 'Gram I fi turn a good boy into a freak badmon Make him weak, say he wan fi come catch a lil' wine Bum-bum inna di clip, watch the place get right Bad gyal, dutty bitch, say that me a his type Put a ring pon my finger, wake up, turn into a wife Locked in, everybody knows what's poppin' Tell a hatin' ho to shut up and stop the talkin' Conversations gettin' juicy 'cause I'm the topic Eat 'em up leave no crumbs, got these bitches starvin' Young, turnt, lit, and I'm put up On these bitches' necks 'til my foot up Skin smooth, flawless, call me Huda Hate a bum broke nigga, Mr. Shoulda Coulda Woulda All these niggas think I'm sweet, but I could Never give 'em sugar Bring the pressure, bring the heat, but I ain't talking 'bout the cookin' I, I, I, I like Chanely and the Prada Have my Spanish nigga fly me out to Guatemala Tell me, are you ready, babe? (Ooh) I could be your sweet escape (Ooh-ooh-ah,ah-ah-ah) Uh, tell me what you want, (ah-ah, ah) You got a long way to go, please believe me This was never easy Uh, forty-inch jet black down my back You know I keep a rich nigga, let me hold your stack I'ma keep it humble 'cause I don't like to brag But I know that I'm the baddest thar you ever had Ass fat, so he wanna eat it up like a Lunchable Grab my hair, spin me 'round, Mrs. Trunchbull Keep him on his toes if he start to act comfortable Play with them, don't play with me, you know I'm not one of those Make him weak, say he wan fi come catch a lil' wine Bum-bum inna di clip, watch the place get right Bad gyal, dutty bitch, say that me a his type Put a ring pon my finger, wake up, turn into a wife I might Do all of the things you wanna do tonight Face card, baby, and mi pum-pum tight Me wan fi ride pon ya body like a bike Body right, fitness, baby, everything nice, nice, nice N-n-nice, nice, nice And mi pum-pum tight, tight, tight Everything nice, nice, nice N-n-nice
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