On That
(Hmph, kudaran)
She glowin' like-like model bitches, walkin' the strip
My vision is shit but-but lookin' how she waddle a bit
The only woman I know, to put a stain on Dri-Fit
With them thighs and them eyes that steadily callin' my shit
She shoot straight like hollow-tips, straight from the hip
But navigate to my soul, not to my grip
Lock me in that iPhone, so I'm right at yo hip
At all times, but my phone be right at my dick
Talk to him, let me know I'm doin' you right with a lick-lick
Pluck on that g-string with Midas' pick
Know you did that math, but you could minus a bit
Like my past, and all that other shit that might make you sick
I never wanted to hurt you, yet I'm smackin' that ass
On the attack, til' you get to poppin' back with that ass
Only the best for ya baby, let me put ya to bed
So we can rest, wake up, then-then do it again
I love on that, I fuck on that
I'm all on that, you all on me
I see you girl, ya feenin' girl
Just leave that nigga, come all on me
(You see me, see me)
(You feel me, feel me)
(I see you, see you)
(I feel you too-too-too)
(You see me, see me)
(You feel me, feel me)
(I see you, see you)
(I feel you too)
She glowed up like-like Lois Lane or Mary Jane
The way she rolled up was like-like Perrier on sunny days
The only woman I know, to pat my hand when I pay
With them thighs and that pride that steadily givin' me greys
I shoot fade with ya (undercover)
Tryna ride that new wave with ya (you goin' under)
Rearrange some new things with ya (that's why you love it)
I ain't playin', don't do games with ya
Now-now don't gimme that, just tuck that lip in girl
Don't gimme sass, may I ask
Why ain't you been snappin'?
Riddle me that
I know you did that math, but you could add up the fact
That we outlasted 'em, more overlappin' 'em
I never wanted to hurt you, yet I'm smackin' that ass
On the attack, til' you get to poppin' back with that ass
Only the best for ya baby, let me put ya to bed
So we can rest, wake up, then-then do it
I love on that, I fuck on that
I'm all on that, you all on me
I see you girl, ya feenin' girl
Just leave that nigga, come all on me
She glowin' like-like model bitches, walkin' the strip
My vision is shit but-but lookin' how she waddle a bit
The only woman I know, to put a stain on Dri-Fit
With them thighs and them eyes that steadily callin' my shit
She shoot straight like hollow-tips, straight from the hip
But navigate to my soul, not to my grip
Lock me in that iPhone, so I'm right at yo hip
At all times, but my phone be right at my dick
Talk to him, let me know I'm doin' you right with a lick-lick
Pluck on that g-string with Midas' pick
Know you did that math, but you could minus a bit
Like my past, and all that other shit that might make you sick
I never wanted to hurt you, yet I'm smackin' that ass
On the attack, til' you get to poppin' back with that ass
Only the best for ya baby, let me put ya to bed
So we can rest, wake up, then-then do it again
I love on that, I fuck on that
I'm all on that, you all on me
I see you girl, ya feenin' girl
Just leave that nigga, come all on me
(You see me, see me)
(You feel me, feel me)
(I see you, see you)
(I feel you too-too-too)
(You see me, see me)
(You feel me, feel me)
(I see you, see you)
(I feel you too)
She glowed up like-like Lois Lane or Mary Jane
The way she rolled up was like-like Perrier on sunny days
The only woman I know, to pat my hand when I pay
With them thighs and that pride that steadily givin' me greys
I shoot fade with ya (undercover)
Tryna ride that new wave with ya (you goin' under)
Rearrange some new things with ya (that's why you love it)
I ain't playin', don't do games with ya
Now-now don't gimme that, just tuck that lip in girl
Don't gimme sass, may I ask
Why ain't you been snappin'?
Riddle me that
I know you did that math, but you could add up the fact
That we outlasted 'em, more overlappin' 'em
I never wanted to hurt you, yet I'm smackin' that ass
On the attack, til' you get to poppin' back with that ass
Only the best for ya baby, let me put ya to bed
So we can rest, wake up, then-then do it
I love on that, I fuck on that
I'm all on that, you all on me
I see you girl, ya feenin' girl
Just leave that nigga, come all on me
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Writer(s): Chris Calor, Sean Mccann Jr.
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