Lyrics I Like Her Attitude - Wes Tarte

First I buy the whip then ride the whip but I don't drive yea
I just hop inside and tell my chauffeur show the sky yea
Roof gone roof gone roof gone JFK she blow my mind yea
I must be in heaven didn't even have to die yea
She lookin like my motivation
Shawty get me in the mood
We had dinner reservations
But I'ma eat her like some food

And I like her attitude
And I love the fact she rude
Cause if she barely like me
Then she definitely ain't messin with you

I'ma call her joker how she kill it with no reason
Tell me what? You can't tell me nothing like a secret
Money bags, flood the bank I leave my teller speechless
Pipe it till she like a broken pipe I got her leakin
Splash
You might just be God's greatest creation
Cause I swear he took his time on you
Ironic cause you hot as hell like Satan
Devil in a red dress on the move

And I like her attitude
And I love the fact she rude
Cause if she barely like me
Then she definitely ain't messin with you

And I like her attitude
And I love the fact she rude
Cause if she barely like me
Then she definitely ain't messin with you