Lyrics yeaaa - Flyana Boss

I got my hands on my back
He like it when I, yeah, just like that

I got my hands on my back
No, I don't want your man, you can keep that
He like it when I, yeah, just like that
Like that, like that, like that
Like that, like that, like that

Uh
I make it pop like bubble gum
I'm hot now, wait till the summer come
Shake something, hopscotch, do the Double Dutch
Got hits, got bands like a drummer drum

Uh, shake ass till my body numb
Uh, I make it rain like a money gun
No competition, I already won
You don't eat like it's Ramadan

Shoot your shot just like a free throw
Yes, I'm thick, just like my ego
Bestie come wherever we go
Tokyo to Puerto Rico

Give me space, I don't like people
Lock me up, this ass illegal
Bitch, I'm art, don't need no easel
You know I'm bad

I got my hands on my back
No, I don't want your man, you can keep that
He like it when I, yeah, just like that
Like that, like that, like that
Like that, like that, like that

Uh, I make (make) hoes sick, influenza
You like my pic? Influencer
Touch down, London, I flew in, sir
Pussy palace up in Windsor

Detrois faux fur, yeah, I'm so cold
Anita Baker, sweet love, so low
I need a baker 'cause I got that dough
Pussy knockout, pow, pow, rambo

Shoot your shot just like a free throw
Yes, I'm thick, just like my ego
Bestie come wherever we go
Tokyo to Puerto Rico

Give me space, I don't like people
Lock me up, this ass illegal
Bitch, I'm art, don't need no easel
You know I'm bad

I got my hands on my back
No, I don't want your man, you can keep that
He like it when I, yeah, just like that
Like that, like that, like that
Like that, like that, like that