Fight Night

She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up

You so fine, Bet you thought I wouldn't notice
Hit my line, Little mama if you want it
I won't lie, I can't seem to keep my focus
Girl you been dripping like that, Toenails be matching her bag
Just shoot me the digits, just tell me if you with it and I'ma beat up like Tyson
Little mama she pretty, Her body so vicious, I had to hit with the lights on
Little mama she sipping, She getting real tipsy and now she feeling on my python
Beat it up, in your gut, Every round it's a uppercut

She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up

Aye no stressing, we balling over here baby girl no flexing
Aye what's next, Take you to the room and I give you that blessing
Hey you sexy, I give you the world baby girl if you let me
She want it I beat it up
Back in the back of the Bentley truck
You know a player keep the semi tucked
Yung nigga with we me don't give a fuck
So many checks that we keep running up
She we want I beat it up
Pac-Man how she eat it up
She call me I beat it up
Baby girl let's keep I touch

She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up
She want it I beat it up



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Writer(s): Eddie White
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