Girls

Pull up
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls
Hol' up
(Yeah)

Body bag, you drop dead gorgeous
Not OnlyFans, I'll be that for you (yeah)
See, for tonight it can be you and I (uh)
So, can you please bring a friend with you?
'Cause honestly, girl, I prefer two, ooh

I only got one question, who you bringin' with?
And if she ain't a ten (hol' up)
Hop in your lil' Benz, you and your friend
Meet me at the crib (pull up)
Hope you came to play (ah-ah)
When you pull up to the gate
Body lookin' saucy
Come get this drip up off me

You and your-
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls (girls), girls (g-girls)
Girls (girls), girls (girls), g-girls

All in your tummy, this sex feelin' godly
I bodied that body, them legs gettin' wobbly
Ride it on top me like it's a Ducati
But keep it a party, you know that I'm poly
You get it, she get it, I get it, I get it
She cleanin' it off and you makin' it sloppy
She makin' it rain and you're makin' tsunamis

I only got one question, who you bringin' with?
And if she ain't a ten (hol' up)
Hop in your lil' Benz, you and your friends
Meet me at the crib (pull up)
Hope you came to play (ah-ah)
When you pull up to the gate
Body lookin' saucy
Get this drip up off me

You and your-
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls (girls), girls (girls, girls, girls)
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls
(Fuck) pull up

Baby, baby, baby, baby (oh-oh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-oh
Ooh-oh
Ooh-woah, oh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ooh-woah, ooh-woah)

Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby (ooh-woah)
(Ooh-woah)
(Ooh-woah)
(Ooh-woah)
(Ooh-woah)
Baby, baby, baby, baby (ooh-woah)
Baby



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Writer(s): Omari Ishmale Grandberry, Gregory Gerard Curtis, Milton Adams Ii
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