T-Pain feat. Ty Dolla $ign - 2 Fine paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson 2 Fine - Ty Dolla $ign , T-Pain



Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Man I got a problem with my baby
She too fine everytime I see my
Baby like oooh, oh yea), oooh, oh yeah
Ooooh, oh yeah, oooh, oh yeah
Everytime my bitch comin' out the bathroom
Butt naked 'round the house
God that ass lookin' oooh, oh yeah, oooh, oh yeah
Ay
Have you ever seen an ass that'll make you
Put you dick up on the cake like a baker, God damn
She got it, rock it now shock it like a taser
And she my girl but I still wanna pay her like oooh
Tip it like a waiter 'cause ain't no
Other bitches servin' nothin' greater
Coulda, shoulda, woulda bout to get up in that coota
Put her on a pedastal,
She might just take your bitch to school, and oooh
Baby let's get it on
Them other niggas had it but they did it wrong
I be on the same shit that Diddy on
She suck that dick good she gon' get a home, Ooooh
Put a whole fuckin' bag in her bag
She don't hit the club 'til she secure the bag
Now them lame niggas seeing what they coulda had
But that ain't my problem
But I got a problem with my baby, right
She too fine everytime I see my
Baby like ooooh, oh yeah, ooooh, oh yeah
Everytime my bitch comin' out the bathroom
Butt naked 'round the house
God that ass lookin' ooooh, oh yeah, oooh, oh yeah
Ay
Have you ever seen an ass that'll make you
Put you dick up on the cake like a baker, like ooooh
Now she rocking, shock it like a taser
And she my girl but I still wanna pay
Her like ooh, oh yeah, oooh
How did you know? Bitch how did you know?
How low, low can you go?
Just hold on for the sho, Oooh
Got that booty bouncin' on the floor
How low, low can you go?
Just hold on for the show, Oooh
Oooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit
Oooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit
Ah, yeah
Shawty got a vibe, shawty got a vibe
My shawty gasssed up
Kickin' off a Phantom
Coupe ain't got no roof, coupe ain't got no roof
Smoking and riding
My bitch like to ride it
Shawty too lit. keep it yay lit
She my favorite, yeah, yeah
We gon' blow the ounce
She gon' make it bounce
Sexin' on the couch, Yeah, yeah
Hit it from the front,
Hit it from the side, hit it from the bike, Yeah, yeah
I've been in the cut, we been layed up, shawty bad as fuck
But I got a problem with my baby
She too fine everytime I see my
Baby like ooooh (oh yeah), ooooh (oh yeah)
Everytime my bitch comin' out the bathroom
Butt naked 'round the house
God that ass lookin' oooh (oh yeah), ooooh (oh yeah)
Have you ever seen an ass that'll make you
Put you dick up on the cake like a baker, like Ooooh
She got it, rock it now shock it like a taser
And she my girl but I still wanna pay
Her like ooooh (oh yeah), ooooh (oh yeah)
How did you know? Bitch how did you know?
How low, low can you go?
Just hold on for the sho, Oooh
Got that booty bouncin' on the floor
How low, low can you go?
Just hold on for the show, Oooh
Oooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit
Oooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit
I'mma prop that ass up on the table
Bust it open 'cause I can and I'm able and
When I'm done she gon' swear she disabled
So buy some footage like it's airing on Cable
Like Oooooooh, Jose Cuervo
She wanna fuck on top of my paper
Yeah, you know I got her squirting
She trying to dry that pussy on me, trying to hurt me like
Ooooh baby, get in there
I walked right into heaven when i'm up in there
Put a plate down on that pussy, that's my dinner there
Thought I toid you baby all I do is winning now
Put a whole fuckin' bag in her bag
She don't hit the club 'til she secure the bag
Now them lame niggas seeing what they coulda had
But that ain't my problem
But I got a problem with my baby
She too fine everytime I see my
Baby like ooooh (oh yeah), ooooh (oh yeah)
Everytime my bitch comin' out the bathroom
Butt naked 'round the house
God that ass lookin' oooh (oh yeah), ooooh (oh yeah)
Have you ever seen an ass that'll make you
Put you dick up on the cake like a baker, like Ooooh
She got it, rock it now shock it like a taser
And she my girl but I still wanna pay
Her like ooooh (oh yeah), ooooh (oh yeah)
How did you know? Bitch how did you know?
How low, low can you go?
Just hold on for the sho, Oooh
Got that booty bouncin' on the floor
How low, low can you go?
Just hold on for the show, Oooh
Oooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit
Oooh, it's lit, ooooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit, oooh, it's lit



Writer(s): TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN, ANDRE ERIC PROCTOR, FAHEEM NAJM


T-Pain feat. Ty Dolla $ign - Oblivion
Album Oblivion
date de sortie
17-11-2017



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