Homie Gang UFO - Like That (Do Ya Thang)

By the way you ride that dick just know that I'll be back
And if I, fuck up your hair just know I'll buy it back
Looking for me I'm in the studio where I be at
Girl pull up with that dress on
This can be your sex song I'm telling you
So you tell me you want it, so get in that whip and pull on me
Have you stretching and moaning, now you on top an ride like a pony
I see the freak inside of you
Girl you my reflection, I see me inside of you
Girl I'm telling you, I'm telling you
Girl your drive takes me higher than a satellite
And I'm tryna make you mine
But you, really not the average type
The ones you thought worth it was worthless, girl I'm tryna lace you with purses
Tryna give you my all cause girl you deserve it
Ouu, how you gotta ass like that
How you get money, how you save and get a bag like that
Don't take it personal, how you gone get a Jag like that
Do ya thang, lil mama I ain't mad at that
Ouu, how you gotta ass like that
Ouu, how you gotta bag like that
Don't take it personal, how you gone get a Jag like that
Do ya thang, lil mama I ain't mad at that
Ouu, I'm in my zone
Girl I know you home, pick up the phone
Girl you know I cannot stand being alone
But she needs her time to heal cause hurt people, hurt people
And I ain't saying that you need me cause vice verse I don't need you either
But I need ya
But I know that you want me
I can tell the way you be on me, from night til the morning
Imma have you biting and moaning
But I see the freak inside of you
Girl you my reflection, I see me inside of you
Girl I'm telling you, I'm telling you
Girl your drive takes me higher than a satellite
And I'm tryna make you mine
But you, really not the average type
The ones you thought worth it was worthless, girl I'm tryna lace you with purses
Tryna give you my all cause girl you deserve it
Ouu, how you gotta ass like that
How you get money, how you save and get a bag like that
Don't take it personal, how you gone get a Jag like that
Do ya thang, lil mama I ain't mad at that
Ouu, how you gotta ass like that
Ouu, how you gotta bag like that
Don't take it personal, how you gone get a Jag like that
Do ya thang, lil mama I ain't mad at that (Ouu)
Don't take it personal
Do ya thang, I ain't mad
I ain't mad at that, I ain't mad
I ain't mad
Don't take it personal
I ain't mad, I ain't mad at that
I ain't mad
I ain't mad at that

Written by:
Quentin Mabry

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