Whoa
This some smooth shit right here
Now just sit back
Roll you one, pour you up one, whatever you like
And vibe with me
It's only you and me
Drop it to the floor baby girl get low
Dancing on a nig like I'm a strip pole
Front row nig and I'm trying see a show
Got that henny in my system and I'm about to explode
Now slow up it baby like we chilling in the matrix
Different type of nig, make ya old nigs hate me
Different type you nig, know my old hoes hate it
Leave an impression that you just can't shake it
You dip, I dip, that vibe you can't fake it
Got that look in eye, that soul I'm gone take it
That booty so juicy girl you know I got to taste it
You blocking em shots but I know I'm gone make it
Way past gone so you know I'm hella faded
Baby girl you the one, later on we skating
That wine so crazy got a nig heart racing
Got me looking at my watch cuz Im running out of patients
Drop it to the floor, then pick it up slow|
Wine to the beat, baby girl get low |
Ass in the air, that's a real nig show
Never seen this before, got your boy like whoa
Drop it to the floor, then pick it up slow
Wine to the beat, baby girl get low
Ass in the air, that's a real nig show
Never seen this before, got your boy like whoa
Hear the rhythm of the beat
Girl get out ya seat
Got you fanning yourself cuz I bring that heat
Tryna to see that booty meat
Tryna to see if you a freak
Coke bottle frame girl you got me weak
Zone out in the music, its just us two
Say thank you cuz I'm about to bless you too
Versatile with the moves, Chris brown who dude
I'm different type of cloth and she know I'm a boss
I got them dreams and them plans, everything got a cost
Catch a vibe, on a ride, in ya mind get lost
I'm that nig in her mind, off a vibe, she thought
Throw it back, wined it up, every dip I caught
In my ear, baby girl say word, say what
Made the play for the fade, touchdown, no hunt
No words words exchanged, baby girl know what's up
Play my jam, turn it up, baby girl fuck it up
Drop it to the floor, then pick it up slow
Wine to the beat, baby girl get low
Ass in the air, that's a real nig show
Never seen this before, got your boy like whoa
Drop it to the floor, then pick it up slow
Wine to the beat, baby girl get low
Ass in the air, that's a real nig show
Never seen this before, got your boy like whoa
Now just sit back
Roll you one, pour you up one, whatever you like
And vibe with me
It's only you and me
Drop it to the floor baby girl get low
Dancing on a nig like I'm a strip pole
Front row nig and I'm trying see a show
Got that henny in my system and I'm about to explode
Now slow up it baby like we chilling in the matrix
Different type of nig, make ya old nigs hate me
Different type you nig, know my old hoes hate it
Leave an impression that you just can't shake it
You dip, I dip, that vibe you can't fake it
Got that look in eye, that soul I'm gone take it
That booty so juicy girl you know I got to taste it
You blocking em shots but I know I'm gone make it
Way past gone so you know I'm hella faded
Baby girl you the one, later on we skating
That wine so crazy got a nig heart racing
Got me looking at my watch cuz Im running out of patients
Drop it to the floor, then pick it up slow|
Wine to the beat, baby girl get low |
Ass in the air, that's a real nig show
Never seen this before, got your boy like whoa
Drop it to the floor, then pick it up slow
Wine to the beat, baby girl get low
Ass in the air, that's a real nig show
Never seen this before, got your boy like whoa
Hear the rhythm of the beat
Girl get out ya seat
Got you fanning yourself cuz I bring that heat
Tryna to see that booty meat
Tryna to see if you a freak
Coke bottle frame girl you got me weak
Zone out in the music, its just us two
Say thank you cuz I'm about to bless you too
Versatile with the moves, Chris brown who dude
I'm different type of cloth and she know I'm a boss
I got them dreams and them plans, everything got a cost
Catch a vibe, on a ride, in ya mind get lost
I'm that nig in her mind, off a vibe, she thought
Throw it back, wined it up, every dip I caught
In my ear, baby girl say word, say what
Made the play for the fade, touchdown, no hunt
No words words exchanged, baby girl know what's up
Play my jam, turn it up, baby girl fuck it up
Drop it to the floor, then pick it up slow
Wine to the beat, baby girl get low
Ass in the air, that's a real nig show
Never seen this before, got your boy like whoa
Drop it to the floor, then pick it up slow
Wine to the beat, baby girl get low
Ass in the air, that's a real nig show
Never seen this before, got your boy like whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Barnett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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