Niiji Girl

Ah hah
Okay
Uh huh

Ah hah
Okay
Uh huh

She a pretty penny, copper
Silk skin
Chocolate (uh)
Chahta
Yamassee
Feathers on her
Fly physique

Hitting that gym four times a week
Talking that shit i'm tryna' see
I could show you the god in me
They be like, girl what tribe is he?

Player shit, clean cut
Laid back, King Tut
Broke the ice, linked up
Made a mess, cleaned up

Vibing off sounds
I put her on Nat King Cole
She put me on Neo Soul
I put her on Pauline Croze

On this side we ride foreign
Ride foreign, ride foreign
We can go wherever you want
Girl I'm down for it

It's nothing like a Niiji girl
A Niiji girl
I can tell you want me girl
But you don't need me girl

You a pretty penny
Copper
Silk skin, chocolate
Ass so big it wobble
Better say thank you to yo mama

Little night out with ya best friend
Then you went and got a deal at the Westin
Dress on point
Chest in
I know you don't do it to impress men

We just went live on The Gram
Go ahead, smile for the fan
You just want a rock on ya hand
You just want to fly to Japan

I don't really want too much
I just want power and land
If we got business to handle
I know you'll slide for ya man

On this side we ride foreign
Ride foreign, ride foreign
We can go wherever you want
Girl I'm down for it

It's nothing like a Niiji girl
A Niiji girl
I can tell you want me girl
But you don't need me girl

On this side we ride foreign
Ride foreign, ride foreign
We can go wherever you want
Girl I'm down for it

It's nothing like a Niiji girl
A Niiji girl
I can tell you want me girl
But you don't need me girl

Ah hah
Okay
Uh huh

Ah hah
Okay
Uh huh



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Smith-green
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