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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ImJustDane
ImJustDane
Performer
HollaFortune
HollaFortune
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dejuan Dangerfield
Dejuan Dangerfield
Songwriter
Rob Kearse
Rob Kearse
Songwriter
Steven Brodie
Steven Brodie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dejuan Dangerfield
Dejuan Dangerfield
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Lyrics

Uh-Oh Uh-Oh Uh-Oh Uh-Oh Uh-Oh Uh-Oh Uh-Oh Uh-Oh (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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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