Lyrics Which One (feat. Central Cee) - Drake feat. Central Cee
Does my hair look beautiful?
Yeah
Do my titties look right?
Think I can knock a boy off right now?
All the girls that's here for the truth come put both hands
On a DJ booth then wind your waist to the big man sound
And I get too stiff 'cause the ting's too round
Good God
Make me lift up your gown
But your face so sweet wanna spin you around
If I go link gang, I'll bring you around
If I go to the bar, I'll bring you around
Which one?
Which one?
You're not like the tings you around
You're a real good girl so I'm bringing you down
But come to the bed, I'll fling you around
What?
These guys can't make songs for the galdem
Trust me, this how the single should sound
Fuck anyone that's bringing you down
Sweetheart, you're doing your thing right now
Good God
Yeah
All the girls that's here for the truth come put
Two hands on a DJ boot then wind your waist on a real
Good youth, then you want scent or your ex, which one?
You want friends or success?
Which one?
Tell the sound man spin this one
Play this for the galdem party, done
God forbid a girl's tryna have fun
I got X if you wanna take drugs
Do you wanna have sex or do you wanna make love?
Which one, which one, which one, which one?
Got a fairy ting and I got a witch one
A G'd up ting that I bring sticks round
And I've got a good girl, good girl snitch one
Too many gyal now I gotta switch one
Turn the hotel to a twenty V one
Three-sixty my head got spun
Junk in the trunk can't see it from front
Girl your body is T, it's pain, I'm sprung
Your backside weighing you down one ton
I got a chopstick for your wonton
Tell me what you want, what you really, really want
Pop coin in the slot, you just hit jackpot
Aye
All the girls that's here for the truth come put two
Hands on a DJ boot then wind your waist for the six-eye youth and put your head inna the pillow face first
Face first, face first, face first
Aye
Face first, face first
Put your head inna the pillow face first
I'm in the jam with the mandem burst
You got makeup on a white shirt
I wanna fuck out your face and skirt
You need to throw that thing in that reverse
Then work, work, work, work, work
Yeah
Work, work, work, work, work
Your last man broke your heart and it hurts
You could cry out your eye and curse
You want diamond watch, you want purse
You don't need swimsuits, take off your shirt
Bend your back gyal, don't say a word
Face of a angel will come like church
I can't wait girl, I'm not a waiter
But you're sexy, you still get served
I'm at the clear Jessy London burst
Put your head inna the pillow face first
Yeah
All the girls that's here for the truth come put two hands on
A DJ boot then wind your waist for the six eye youth and, aye
You want scent or your ex, which one?
You want friends or success?
Which one?
Tell the sound man spin this one
Play this for the galdem party, done
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