Текст песни Eyes On Me - Jay Lewis feat. JMM Larry

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It's a quarterback, three girl, what's it gon' be?
Shorty got her eyes on me
We been talkin' since two, girl, what you gon' do?
Tell him that you ridin' with me
It's a quarterback, three girl, what's it gon' be?
Shorty got her eyes on me
We been talkin' since two, girl, what you gon' do?
Tell him that you ridin' with me

Ayy, girl, I don't really know you and I know you don't know me
Let's take a trip to your house 'cause that's where I'm tryna be
You know that I noticed you been starin' 'cross the room
And in my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout some things I wanna do to you, yeah
Roll a Backwood, I'm blowin', no tellin' where this goin'
Go deep inside, I'm strokin', go deep inside, I'm strokin'
She like the way I'm flowin' and places I be goin'
Pop up, whip down on late night
Real small, but she told me she can take pipe
Fuck that, let's go, let's ride out
Put it down at the door, I gotta slide out
Highway, big car like racecar
Still pop, I don't even really take bars
Live fast, die young, I don't like that
She'll take a nigga dick, she don't fight back
Bust down, big watch with the big stones
GYAB is the ringtone, yeah

It's a quarterback, three girl, what's it gon' be?
Shorty got her eyes on me
We been talkin' since two, girl, what you gon' do?
Tell him that you ridin' with me
It's a quarterback, three girl, what's it gon' be?
Shorty got her eyes on me
We been talkin' since two, girl, what you gon' do?
Tell him that you ridin' with me

Look, let me show you what it really is
Kinda hard for the show how I really feel
On the road every week tryna touch a mil'
And I'ma go deep tryna touch your ribs
Street nigga, ain't no pretendin'
Fuck you good so you won't forget me
Got that water like an ocean in it
She got that water like an ocean in it
Fuck your friends, tell 'em mind they business
Bad bitch that's independent
Gucci bag with them racks in it
Gucci bag with them stacks in it
Ridin' hard, real boss bitch
Got the right for her to talk shit
Stole my heart and never lost it
She stole my heart and never lost it
Fuck that, we can dip out
Fuck him, he done missed out
I don't see what he bitch 'bout
Was your man 'til he bitched out
Don't worry though, I'ma hold it down
Like a boss, we can go some rounds
Pull up and I'ma stroke you down
Pull up and I'ma stroke you down

It's a quarterback, three girl, what's it gon' be?
Shorty got her eyes on me
We been talkin' since two, girl, what you gon' do?
Tell him that you ridin' with me
It's a quarterback, three girl, what's it gon' be?
Shorty got her eyes on me
We been talkin' since two, girl, what you gon' do?
Tell him that you ridin' with me