
Like This JDI-Jay
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Like This" от JDI-Jay. Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah I’m on fire, he a liar, if he say he finna take my flame
And I had Nya, Sariyah, but ain’t no bitch badder than Marsai
And I got my bands up put my mans on I don’t really give a fuck what y’all say
Go ahead put yo hands up get yo dance on I know you don’t really care if they hate
[Chorus]
Baby put your hands up, hands up
Girl I love the way you move like this
Twist and put your legs up, legs up
Swear you never met a nigga this lit
Can I get yo insta sista, I just love the way you move yo hips
If you in Atlanta answer, shit I’m finna go book my trip, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah I know she bad, but she look too good
I think about you every time I spend my cash, buying shit that he wish hе could and not
Racing for your heart hoping I don’t crash, arms full let me hold your bag
Lеt a nigga talk and I get on your ass, sike nah I’d rather count my cash
Yeah I’m like a teacher, on Friday, I got hella paper in my way
And I had Keisha, Saniyah, but ain’t a bitch badder than Marsai
And I picked my bands up bands up, I don’t give a fuck what y’all say
Go ahead put your hands up hands up, I know you don’t really care if they hate
Yeah I’m on fire, he a liar, if he say he finna take my flame
And I had Nya, Sariyah, but ain’t no bitch badder than Marsai
And I got my bands up put my mans on I don’t really give a fuck what y’all say
Go ahead put yo hands up get yo dance on I know you don’t really care if they hate
[Chorus]
Baby put your hands up, hands up
Girl I love the way you move like this
Twist and put your legs up, legs up
Swear you never met a nigga this lit
Can I get yo insta sista, I just love the way you move yo hips
If you in Atlanta answer, shit I’m finna go book my trip, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah I know she bad, but she look too good
I think about you every time I spend my cash, buying shit that he wish hе could and not
Racing for your heart hoping I don’t crash, arms full let me hold your bag
Lеt a nigga talk and I get on your ass, sike nah I’d rather count my cash
Yeah I’m like a teacher, on Friday, I got hella paper in my way
And I had Keisha, Saniyah, but ain’t a bitch badder than Marsai
And I picked my bands up bands up, I don’t give a fuck what y’all say
Go ahead put your hands up hands up, I know you don’t really care if they hate
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.