Jammed in the bill came with the deal This about to be another gym on the reels You can dance if you're with it but your games is on stills But you can't can't slip it while the dance on shills Saw your man, I should meet him,your man's a tall as shit What's a freeze in a beezer , a hundred grand for the trip When I lean I could greet him with then lamb on a strip Little beams we could use them for the game and the fit Damn little Lil' D you're the champ, you're the shit, You're the glam,and a glance, your a vamp your a bitch Listen up Nickie, you're a fiend, you're a trick You be into these fits with your man's in the grip And hurt your bitch,heard your rich,nigga rich Heard your click,had to lick Can you stick to the bricks And if it splits get your cran in your tips Put your hand on your dick Take a gander at this
(Chorus) High up in my mind, up in my eyes We'll realize this So won't you just show me one time Right,and even your right the look in your eyes I like it, So won't you just show me one time Uh, uh, uh
I'm everywhere you can't go I'm everywhere you wish you could I'm sussed up in that Vienne Vogue My leave long and my pussy good I lift it up, and I tipped it slow With that chocolate body that tootsie roll That flirty Hershey , lawda mercy. Do it to me, don't hurt me, hurt me Roll it, pole it,float your bowl in Pick it up it's so slowly slowly Smoothly supple, he hold it hold it He packed the packing I'm throwing back And I'm counting racks for leave , nigga the cracking If he acting up and he get a slap If I pump the trunk, then he get in clap If I pop the rump then I split your back
(Chorus) High up in my mind, up in my eyes We'll realize this So won't you just show me one time Right,and even your right the look in your eyes I like it, So won't you just show me one time Uh, uh, uh
Can I get that Can I get that whip Can I take that trip Can I get that grip Can I split that chip on my bitch pack Where my rich cat, Will you keep that shit when you hit the script When you hit that scene, and the scene get a ten With your six pack,where my bitch pack Where'd you get them clothes How you make that roll,how you make that dose Into slow ,into slow,into slow, into six pack Quit the chit chat Before I rip that bow ,when I rip your soul When I rip that bow
High up in my mind, up in my eyes We'll realize this So won't you just show me one time Right,and even your right the look in your eyes I like it, So won't you just show me one time Uh, uh, uh
Compositores: Azealia Amanda Banks (Miss Banks), Christopher Alan Lare ECAD: Obra #22809236