DICKIES

Up on my Dickies
Bandana on neck
Tank top or loose sleeves
Ven aqui Mami
Heat it up the kitchen
She gon take off her clothes
In her hands, my Berata
Can't find my grind
My soul, she wrenched out
Out the way
Out the window
(Let her sing it, yeah)
(Let her sing it, oh baby!)
Asi
Drink my seeds
She sneeze
Licking Cuban chains on my neck
Allergic to jewelry
Sak pase? N'ap boule
Shut it b
They might call the police
Take me in, like a doryeonim
You spice up my reason
Take tomorrow off the calendar
Went over the 10th floor
By her decibel
(Hold on be quiet, lil b)
(She rowdy)
She's going maza
I'm in her prison
Bring the freak out of her
Now she's saying "Vamos!"
When I give you LVs
Treat me Elvis
Ebiza on bed
We don't need no party
She going maza for the ladi dadi
We both can't feel our legs
Don't like it mid
Hit her G
Now the waist is on Mt. Fuji
Up on my Dickies
Bandana on neck
Tank top or loose sleeves
Ven aqui Mami
Heat it up the kitchen
She gon take off her clothes
In her hands, my Berata
Can't find my grind
My soul, she wrenched out
Out the way
Out the window
(Let her sing it)
(Let her sing it, oh baby!)
Oops! I left rubbers at home
But I never rush cuz I'm a gentleman
I walk that walk, talk that talk
But when you're movin' your hips
I get a cramp, can't stand
Your rose red lips
You got me losin' my mind
Her finger tips on my bod
Got me on the edge of my seat; Philippe Petit
I can't even walk, jeez yeah
Now's the time for your address
Let's get intimate like
The Beauty and the Beast
We doing back flips
No doubt
You got the biggest pelvis
Wake up with you in the morning (yeah yeah)
Up and down on Simmons (yeah yeah)
Where are you going, baby?
Drop them digits
Treat you out in Euljiro that's my block (yeah)
Up on my Dickies
Bandana on neck
Tank top or loose sleeves
Ven aqui Mami
Heat it up the kitchen
She gon take off her clothes
In her hands, my Berata
Can't find my grind
My soul, she wrenched out
Out the way
Out the window
(Let her sing it, yeah)
(Let her sing it, oh baby!)