All Alone
It back, aye
Throw it back, aye
Throw it back, aye
It back, aye
Mmh hmm
It back, aye
Throw it back, aye
Mmh hmm
Mmh hmm
It's rad, aye
Aye, it's rad, aye
I got fuzzy socks on when I fuck her
She don't hit you back, leave you niggas butthurt
She hittin squats in the gym, make her butt hurt
Leave it dead when I second head butt her
Yeah, I buttered the biscuit but it ain't butter
She like damn, I can't believe it's not butter
When I hit it, I don't want nobody but her
But her, nobody but her
Talk my shit when I'm up in it, did I stutter
Two-seventizzn I was with bitches in Stuttgart
I wasn't fuckin all I really wanted was her
I came home, and she wet before I touch her
Say girl, I wish I could
I wish I could, shawty wish I could
Was a nerd getting girls, wasn't very good
Still a nerd getting girls I didn't think I could
Put it in work, she doubted me
Now she understood
Make her squirt, the fountain leak, all over my wood, on the floor
I mop and glow, Mop and glow it good
The big engine could, you should see what's under my hood, yea
Yeah girl, I wish I could
You know I want you too, ohh, ohh
Throw it on back baby
Throw it on back on me
Throw it on back baby
Throw it on, throw it on, throw it on back baby
She wanna make that ass clap for me
I tell her make that ass clap baby
She wanna throw it right back like it's ass attack
And my shawty got racks, ain't talkin no stacks
Titties all fat, I likes thats
She on no flex, this bitch is all facts
Me and her match, we fuck and relax
Fuck it girl I'm all alone
Hit me when you charge your phone
Come over Imma bone
Ima let you ride til the morn, (the morning)
Wanna go and take it home
This ain't arts and crafts you got it wrong
I'm like yeah girl you gotta go
Ima dog, I'll give you a bone, give you a bone
Fuck it girl I'm all alone
Hit me when you charge your phone
Come over Imma bone
Ima let you ride til you moan, (ride it til the morning)
Wanna go and take it home
This ain't arts and crafts you got it wrong
I'm like yeah girl you gotta go
Ima dog, I'll give you a bone, give you a bone
Give you bone baby
Had to send u home baby
You ain't do nothing wrong baby
It's the end just like this song baby
Yeah
Throw it back, aye
Throw it back, aye
It back, aye
Mmh hmm
It back, aye
Throw it back, aye
Mmh hmm
Mmh hmm
It's rad, aye
Aye, it's rad, aye
I got fuzzy socks on when I fuck her
She don't hit you back, leave you niggas butthurt
She hittin squats in the gym, make her butt hurt
Leave it dead when I second head butt her
Yeah, I buttered the biscuit but it ain't butter
She like damn, I can't believe it's not butter
When I hit it, I don't want nobody but her
But her, nobody but her
Talk my shit when I'm up in it, did I stutter
Two-seventizzn I was with bitches in Stuttgart
I wasn't fuckin all I really wanted was her
I came home, and she wet before I touch her
Say girl, I wish I could
I wish I could, shawty wish I could
Was a nerd getting girls, wasn't very good
Still a nerd getting girls I didn't think I could
Put it in work, she doubted me
Now she understood
Make her squirt, the fountain leak, all over my wood, on the floor
I mop and glow, Mop and glow it good
The big engine could, you should see what's under my hood, yea
Yeah girl, I wish I could
You know I want you too, ohh, ohh
Throw it on back baby
Throw it on back on me
Throw it on back baby
Throw it on, throw it on, throw it on back baby
She wanna make that ass clap for me
I tell her make that ass clap baby
She wanna throw it right back like it's ass attack
And my shawty got racks, ain't talkin no stacks
Titties all fat, I likes thats
She on no flex, this bitch is all facts
Me and her match, we fuck and relax
Fuck it girl I'm all alone
Hit me when you charge your phone
Come over Imma bone
Ima let you ride til the morn, (the morning)
Wanna go and take it home
This ain't arts and crafts you got it wrong
I'm like yeah girl you gotta go
Ima dog, I'll give you a bone, give you a bone
Fuck it girl I'm all alone
Hit me when you charge your phone
Come over Imma bone
Ima let you ride til you moan, (ride it til the morning)
Wanna go and take it home
This ain't arts and crafts you got it wrong
I'm like yeah girl you gotta go
Ima dog, I'll give you a bone, give you a bone
Give you bone baby
Had to send u home baby
You ain't do nothing wrong baby
It's the end just like this song baby
Yeah
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Writer(s): Irving Berlin
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