A Song About A Girl
Rofashow
GENRE
A Song About a Girl (Lyrics)
(Intro)
Yea, this that ’90’s Fab feel
Yea, Yo
(Verse)
I Like it raw, let me eat it, give me salmonella
You say wanna take yo time, let’s take our time together
I know you had some rainy days
Let me be yo Umbrella
Ro and Isabella
I think that got a ring to it
Every super hero finna need his fuckin’ theme music
Know you wanna take my thing out & do yo thing to it
Pour me up another one, I’m tryna get wine drunk
Biting on my lips you tryna go another round huh
I ain’t finna judge you, you can be yourself around us
Both grew up in Vegas, It’s a small world after all
Shoot my shot, likе Omar Epps in love and basketball
You can be my musе, skippin’ steps fuck a casting call
I ain’t playing games, if I was, it would be wack a mole
How I’m quick to hit you
You can’t get this fit, at the mall
I told her she got ass
And then she told me get a grip
I do what she ask
We kiss and then I bite her lip (yea)
I played you my album
For lack of better terms you said it’s harder than a bitch
She on go, I hope she go again cuz shorty thick
Twerking in the bathroom wit no pants on & shit (uh)
Falling for you baby getting trampled and shit (yea)
You fuck wit my shit, it make you dance in whip yea
Switching up positions, switchin stance on the dick (yea)
Big ol l’ bitties, get a handful of the shit
Yea you said you wanna sit on top & swirl on the dick (yea)
You bad In a good way
Throw it at me, Ima hit it however which way
In this case it’s way past first base
Sending pics and texts that’s risqué (Goodmorning Ro, Yea)
Put me through the test
I bet I pass wit flying colors
I can tell already that you different than the others
Them other bitches birds
I dont care if i ruffle feathers
Yo bad as fuck I gas you up
Ambition on another level
Give you a massage you would think I was damn professional
My life is a movie I don’t need someone who acting extra
Shorty wanna fuck, I’m stuck, tryna process that information
Suck me up with both hands
I guess shorty is ambidextrous
I could eat that kitty cat for breakfast
Every fuckin day
Staring contest when we be fuckin
I don’t blink or look the other way
Got you throbbing bent over the sink
You can’t even runaway
Girl you know that I don’t play
Got You on the brink of climaxin
When you on this level the metal detectors we bypass em
When you look this good, you ain't even gotta write captions
Ima snatch you up ‘cause all these bitches on fuck shit
Take me out my comfort zone
& That’s that what I don’t fuck wit
They do the bare minimum
Me, I put in more effort, I’m applying more pressure
Both our Stocks goin up if we ever goin public
I don’t give a damn bout that clout chasin’ shit
I’m Barely on the gram
‘cause my real life is lit (yea)
You could be my drug, cause this life is a trip (You could be my drug)
(Outro)
Yea, let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
You know the vibes
Guessed yo love languages
This that 90’s feel for real
Yea, what can I say
Girl I Make 50 shades of gray look, weak as shit
Girl I’m a freak, only right a freaky I get a freaky bitch
Girl I know you need it, so I’m giving to the needy shit
Shy but not innocent
Lookin like a angel, when it’s time you on that demon shit
Want you to be my chick
Fuck a friends wit benefits
To be continued
Girl lets see how far that I’m finna get
(Intro)
Yea, this that ’90’s Fab feel
Yea, Yo
(Verse)
I Like it raw, let me eat it, give me salmonella
You say wanna take yo time, let’s take our time together
I know you had some rainy days
Let me be yo Umbrella
Ro and Isabella
I think that got a ring to it
Every super hero finna need his fuckin’ theme music
Know you wanna take my thing out & do yo thing to it
Pour me up another one, I’m tryna get wine drunk
Biting on my lips you tryna go another round huh
I ain’t finna judge you, you can be yourself around us
Both grew up in Vegas, It’s a small world after all
Shoot my shot, likе Omar Epps in love and basketball
You can be my musе, skippin’ steps fuck a casting call
I ain’t playing games, if I was, it would be wack a mole
How I’m quick to hit you
You can’t get this fit, at the mall
I told her she got ass
And then she told me get a grip
I do what she ask
We kiss and then I bite her lip (yea)
I played you my album
For lack of better terms you said it’s harder than a bitch
She on go, I hope she go again cuz shorty thick
Twerking in the bathroom wit no pants on & shit (uh)
Falling for you baby getting trampled and shit (yea)
You fuck wit my shit, it make you dance in whip yea
Switching up positions, switchin stance on the dick (yea)
Big ol l’ bitties, get a handful of the shit
Yea you said you wanna sit on top & swirl on the dick (yea)
You bad In a good way
Throw it at me, Ima hit it however which way
In this case it’s way past first base
Sending pics and texts that’s risqué (Goodmorning Ro, Yea)
Put me through the test
I bet I pass wit flying colors
I can tell already that you different than the others
Them other bitches birds
I dont care if i ruffle feathers
Yo bad as fuck I gas you up
Ambition on another level
Give you a massage you would think I was damn professional
My life is a movie I don’t need someone who acting extra
Shorty wanna fuck, I’m stuck, tryna process that information
Suck me up with both hands
I guess shorty is ambidextrous
I could eat that kitty cat for breakfast
Every fuckin day
Staring contest when we be fuckin
I don’t blink or look the other way
Got you throbbing bent over the sink
You can’t even runaway
Girl you know that I don’t play
Got You on the brink of climaxin
When you on this level the metal detectors we bypass em
When you look this good, you ain't even gotta write captions
Ima snatch you up ‘cause all these bitches on fuck shit
Take me out my comfort zone
& That’s that what I don’t fuck wit
They do the bare minimum
Me, I put in more effort, I’m applying more pressure
Both our Stocks goin up if we ever goin public
I don’t give a damn bout that clout chasin’ shit
I’m Barely on the gram
‘cause my real life is lit (yea)
You could be my drug, cause this life is a trip (You could be my drug)
(Outro)
Yea, let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
You know the vibes
Guessed yo love languages
This that 90’s feel for real
Yea, what can I say
Girl I Make 50 shades of gray look, weak as shit
Girl I’m a freak, only right a freaky I get a freaky bitch
Girl I know you need it, so I’m giving to the needy shit
Shy but not innocent
Lookin like a angel, when it’s time you on that demon shit
Want you to be my chick
Fuck a friends wit benefits
To be continued
Girl lets see how far that I’m finna get
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