Berlin (She Wit It)
Lethal weapon, she be pussy poppin'
How she do that with no hands?
Come through, throw her the bands
In the air, like is you 'bout that action with me?
Turn the cameras on then she turn to an actress for me
Learned some new moves? Why don't you come practice on me?
She look back while she movin' it backwards on me
I'ma do you dirty while you dirty dancing on my private parts
She my private dancer
She got more friends that could get to business
I'ma work 'em out and I ain't talking fitness
Yeah she wit' it yeah, on that
Getting into the morning
Henny X on my Cognac
Peach emoji for a contact
Never seen a booty this big
Seen you all the way from Vincennes
Big chain on, Slick Rick
Make her–make her change who she came with
Fuck a GPS, let me get lost in it
Like a doggystyle, I'm a dog in it
Champagne room, all the way up
I mean RiRi workin' for a boss in here
We should really get involved in here, yeah
Do you mind if I get all in it, baby?
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She been wishin' for a star
All that ass, oh my God
Like Magic City in my car
She feed me grapes, gives me massages
She be runnin' around in the latest (The latest)
She got "Woosah" first on her playlist (Her playlist)
Georgia peach we far from Atlanta (Atlanta)
I just mix champagne with the Fanta (The Fanta)
We wake up to crêpes and mimosas (Mimosas)
On the balcony, yeah I be strokin' (Be strokin')
7–11, how she be open (Be open)
In the game, always been a closer (Closer)
Yeah, she say "You wit' it?"
Then oh, let's get it
Tell me that I'm the only one, oh, that can hit it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She wit' it, she wit' it (Oh)
She wit' it, she wit' it (She wit' it, she wit' it)
She wit' it, she wit' it (Ohh, yeah yeah)
She wit' it, she wit' it
Whatever I want (She wit' it)
Whatever she want (She wit' it)
Whatever he want (She wit' it)
You know that I'm gone (She wit' it)
You take her to Italy (She wit' it)
I take her to Mickey D's (She wit' it)
She wear whatever with me (She wit' it)
So it's whatever with me (She wit' it)
How she do that with no hands?
Come through, throw her the bands
In the air, like is you 'bout that action with me?
Turn the cameras on then she turn to an actress for me
Learned some new moves? Why don't you come practice on me?
She look back while she movin' it backwards on me
I'ma do you dirty while you dirty dancing on my private parts
She my private dancer
She got more friends that could get to business
I'ma work 'em out and I ain't talking fitness
Yeah she wit' it yeah, on that
Getting into the morning
Henny X on my Cognac
Peach emoji for a contact
Never seen a booty this big
Seen you all the way from Vincennes
Big chain on, Slick Rick
Make her–make her change who she came with
Fuck a GPS, let me get lost in it
Like a doggystyle, I'm a dog in it
Champagne room, all the way up
I mean RiRi workin' for a boss in here
We should really get involved in here, yeah
Do you mind if I get all in it, baby?
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She wit' it, she wit' it
She been wishin' for a star
All that ass, oh my God
Like Magic City in my car
She feed me grapes, gives me massages
She be runnin' around in the latest (The latest)
She got "Woosah" first on her playlist (Her playlist)
Georgia peach we far from Atlanta (Atlanta)
I just mix champagne with the Fanta (The Fanta)
We wake up to crêpes and mimosas (Mimosas)
On the balcony, yeah I be strokin' (Be strokin')
7–11, how she be open (Be open)
In the game, always been a closer (Closer)
Yeah, she say "You wit' it?"
Then oh, let's get it
Tell me that I'm the only one, oh, that can hit it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She wit' it, she wit' it (Oh)
She wit' it, she wit' it (She wit' it, she wit' it)
She wit' it, she wit' it (Ohh, yeah yeah)
She wit' it, she wit' it
Whatever I want (She wit' it)
Whatever she want (She wit' it)
Whatever he want (She wit' it)
You know that I'm gone (She wit' it)
You take her to Italy (She wit' it)
I take her to Mickey D's (She wit' it)
She wear whatever with me (She wit' it)
So it's whatever with me (She wit' it)
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy P. Felton, Kenneth Charles Coby
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