[Verse 1: Game] I need a girl like Keyshia Cole Blowin’ on keesha, oh… Lovin’ them features, oh… Damn, a nigga ’bout to straight lose control Stuntin’ all in them Trews Make them whores use… She’s like Mickey up in that strip club All her shows sold out Damn, that cookie’s so warm Tastes like Nestlé Toll House She’s got that drip, drip That wet, wet – it’s no dry No lie, no doubt… She’s got a pink pussy and a gold mouth I’ve got a red car and a black ghost And I’m tippin’ them all, so let’s roll out She’s got everything she wants I’ve got everything she needs I’ve got a bag of pills, I’ve got endless weed If you can ride that dick like a 10-speed Knock the pussy out, Apollo Creed If she can swallow pills then she can swallow me She can count that money, she can count on me We poppin’ spades, next round on me Beat the pussy up, Jeremih in the background Once she’s naked I don’t back down Rap your legs around me, let the pussy drown me Beat it up like we both on Smackdown And it’s Monday night… Magic City, nigga That’s chicken wings, Ace of Spades Ass and titties, nigga…
[Hook: Jeremih] Roll out, roll out… Don’t you hold out, hold out… This your show now, show now Won’t you show out, show out Girl you’re so sold out (many times) Slow down, so now… Damn, you keep me hot, hot… When it’s cold out, cold out… Won’t you let loose, let loose Let loose, let loose Let loose, let loose Let loose… (baby, you’re a star) Just let loose, let loose Let loose, let loose Let loose, let loose (baby, you’re a star)
[Verse 2: Jeremih] I need a girl like Iesha (with a back) Not Moesha… Smoke a little reefer… eyes like Mona Lisa Oh, oh, that don’t leave me So I know, know she ’bout it Let me show you this movie Oh, you didn’t know we made ‘em? Maybe this one is R-Rated You should lay there, I’mma paint it Look where we landed, there’s no plane here I’mma surround ya, I’mma frame ya Won’t you go out here? I’mma tame it Look at that ass, girl, I should name it Shake, shake, shake it fast This is your time, girl, make it last Ditch that, dump that, break the glass Hop up on, hit the brakes fast I only wanna rodeo So mind your script, or get a hold on I only get excited when I know you gon’ get to riding ‘Cause I know that nobody is fucking with your body, no…
[Bridge:] Ooh, you let it go… don’t let it go Just let it flow, let ‘em know (Know you gotta remember) (I don’t really care about your nigga)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
