Lyrics

Don't even trip I got you covered like a placemat Shorty keep on starin' I'm like can I have my face back I can imagine you've won your share of pageants Lay down like a carpet shorty I can play Alladin My penmanship is baller, got the wordplay of a scholar And I've got men insecure because their bank accounts are smaller See her dancing in the spotlight steady throwing out her back and All I see is cleavage I should call her Janet Jackson She's on a roll The way she drop it makin' profit down the poll She make the people at the party lose control The way she drop it makin' profit down the poll Oh you can tell that primma donna's on a roll She's so primma donna in her Dolce & Gabanna Shorty I just wanna see you back it up like a Honda Oh she chat it up and I appreciate the banter Shorty's Puerto Rican so I couldn't understand her I'm wildin' out you know my crew is straight orangutanin' Never see me talkin' to a hoochie with her fusions hangin' I'm fit to be the kind of lover you deserve Met your boyfriend at the party he was serving out or d'oeuvres
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