Lyrics She Likes My Shirts (feat. Tropes & Anvii) - Lil Nesley

Let my choppa disperse
Dickhead in the sun, we gon' leave him in the dirt
I don't even care if we leave his bitch hurt
I could get lil betty, and give everything to her
She forget her man's, mhm, that's for sure
She fuck with the brands, mhm, on the shirt
She asking for shirts too, ooh
I'm like sure, ooh, ooh
Okay what you got, uh
What you got, uh

Girl I gotta
Give you Prada
Gotta spoil ya'
God, I love ya'
Ooh, let's try some love, ya'
Let's do love, ya'
Ooh, let's, ooh, let's love, ya'
'Cause girl I love ya'
Need to keep ya'
You a keepa
Let's do reefa
I'm tryna see ya'
I'm tryna see ya'
I'm tryna see ya'

I'm a saver
I'm not thankful
Check my bankroll, yuh
Your not able
Muzzle flash, it's too bright, like its Mabel
Saw so many bro's go up without a label
You don't need that shit
You're so better than them
I'm so better than them
We're so better than them
Going up, we don't need no help from god damn them

Babe, tell me what you like
I'mma get her drinks
That shit on my tab
'Kay, come on, let's go
We not goin last
We not goin bad
Yeah, we not going out sad
And I love you so
And you know that, oh
You hear what he said?
No I cannot, oh
I'm the better girl
For the perfect you
I'm a better lover, yeah

Let my choppa disperse
Dickhead in the sun, we gon' leave him in the dirt
I don't even care if we leave his bitch hurt
I could get lil betty, and give everything to her
She forget her man's, mhm, that's for sure
She fuck with the brands, mhm, on the shirt
She asking for shirts too, ooh
I'm like sure, ooh, ooh
Okay what you got, uh
What you got, uh