Lyrics

Yeah yeah Oh no O por Oh Lord Yeah yeah Oh no O por Oh Lord Yeah yeah Hmmm Yeah yeah Hmmm Yeah yeah Hmmm Yeah yeah Oh Lord You're the definition of full option Shawty you full ground Playing thiccck all up in fashion week How does that sound? How you just gonna walk past me And not expect me to bring all my igbotic side out Screaming - Yoooooo! Babim! Ahhhhhhh like it Haterade masturbatory, keep that to yourself As big as you are I got tunnel vision, no one else Your body is like a kaleidoscope But I'm so focused, on sight with my sniper scope Got it like ratatat, beat it more, babim! How could you not like this fit? How could you not love this fit? Yeah yeah, yeah man How could you not love this fit? Whoa! yeah yeah How could you not like this fit? How could you not love this fit? Yeah yeah, yeah man How could you not love this fit? Whoa! yeah yeah Opor! Opor! Opor! Whoa, yeah yeah I wonder Why they ain't got your sizes up in Christian Dior I feel like they had you in mind When they came up with Juicy Couture Pardon me I just be name dropping Like I'm a wannabe In your arms that's where I wanna be Pussy so wet like I'm overseas Woof woof Hit it like a dog that be obsessing over Bella If she weighed a couple hundred of that good good Tear that runway girl, skr skr Owe it to to yourself to look good Swear it on my life you're a whole mood I got eternity on deck just to hype you All you gotta do is be All you gotta do is be All you gotta do is be All you gotta do is be How could you not like this fit? How could you not love this fit? Yeah yeah, yeah man How could you not love this fit? Whoa! yeah yeah How could you not like this fit? How could you not love this fit? Yeah yeah, yeah man How could you not love this fit? Whoa! yeah yeah Opor! Opor! Opor! Whoa, yeah yeah
Writer(s): Michael Straaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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