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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ImJustDane
Performer
HollaFortune
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dejuan Dangerfield
Songwriter
Rob Kearse
Songwriter
Steven Brodie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dejuan Dangerfield
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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(Yeah)
She a show stoppa
Bad girl proper
Finest one outta her group
And she only like ballers
Big shot callers
Only doing what she wanna do
She'll then drop that low by one (come on gal)
She'll Then drop that low by two (come on gal)
And then speed it up by three (come on gal)
And then wind one time for me (uh, yeah)
(Yeah)
I gotta follow her by the way she whine
I never get enough so I hold the line
My boundaries are set but she crossing mine
Put her tig ol' bitties on a jet for some private time
Tip on my toes, into her cove
Keep it all hushed, so we stay in the mode
I live on the road, to get to the goals
When we lay down, imma snatch out her soul uh
Only man she ever had that deliver
Cause I hit it til I make her legs quiver
Ain't a quitter, imma giver
She never thought she'd be flowing like a river
Aye that's why she keep on callin
Tables all turned cause now I'm ballin
And in love I know she fallin
Now she want me and that's appalling, nope
(shh)
She a show stoppa
Bad girl proper
Finest one outta her group
And she only like ballers
Big shot callers
Only doing what she wanna do
She'll Then drop that low by one (come on gal)
She'll Then drop that low by two (come on gal)
And then speed it up by three (come on gal)
And then wind one time for me
(shh-shh)
She my misfortune, she only belong to fortune
Amazing we hardly argue and bedroom we stay scorchin
Got her game down pact, she all that in every portion
Body plus career and everything she a boss in
Ain't no holdin back we communicating in tongues
Me no care where she from, she real word to me son
Wit me she submit I commit to my class act
While y'all talk about your problems, we nah ave dat
(Cue) Cutie, my boo, she groovy, she the truth see
We eatin whether we talkin business or grabbin sushi
No naggin and yeah I'm bragging, shorty move me
She the proof wrapped in pucci, heels & bag from gucci
Never trip when I'm with the fellas, hella mature
All of our haters are jealous and piss poor
Pain pleasure and progress, I'm the proponent
We on it, my present and future wrapped in the moment
(shh)
She a show stoppa
Bad girl proper
Finest one outta her group
And she only like ballers
Big shot callers
Only doing what she wanna do
She'll Then drop that low by one (come on gal)
She'll then drop that low by two (come on gal)
And then speed it up by three (come on gal)
And then wind one time for me
She won't let nobody block her shine
That's why the big ballers flock behind
And why it's so hard to get her to slide
This girl so electric, I wanna know why
Shorty my type-my type
And the squad can approve
Stylish the queen, from the crown to the shoes
Never been the type to let a clown make her move
And now she wit the king, now how we gone lose
Pressure make her push up
Swish roll the kush up
Ya can't step to this bad gal if ya shook up
Watch a proppa man com' behind'na she a look up
Put her hand 'pon me neck when I pull up, me say
(shh)
She a show stoppa
Bad girl proper
Finest one outta her group
And she only like ballers
Big shot callers
Only doing what she wanna do
She'll den drop that low by one (come on gal)
She'll den drop that low by two (come on gal)
And then speed it up by three (come on gal)
And then wind one time for me
I gave her my all, didn't waste no time
Conquered her mind, now this girl is mine
And now that I ball, she be all on my line-line
Cause she realized, she need me in her life
Writer(s): Dejuan Dangerfield, Rob Kearse, Steven Brodie
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