A Rapper Named Nati - OMAR MATEEN
I told her baby
Please don't play me
I told her watch, AP
Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z
I got shooters, KD
Tracy McGrady
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
I got shooters, Kyrie
And the shoes is Kyries
These exclusive Nikes
And my boo be spicy
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Okay, shoot up the club; no OJ, ain't usin' a glove
No way, you're doin' too much; Jose Canseco
Got the juice like tomato, got shooters on payroll
I'm bussin' the Draco, I love when you say no
Nervous emoji, curvin' the phonies; she's loyal, she's certainly shown me
She's spoiled, she's earnin' a trophy; she's royalty, sure to dethrone me
Told her I got more shooters hittin' regardless
I miss her like a stormtrooper misses a target
A gat is the only thing that I'll pack for protection
DNA all over the place, it's a match for forensics
Why you so passive aggressive? My phone ain't password protected
Hang up at 10:59, call me back at 11
Hmm, can't get enough of me; baby girl, you're stuck with me
If it's cuffin' season, she's in protective custody
She don't need a reason, squeezin' all on my Dungarees
Brought the piece in the club with me, 'bout to unleash a fuckin' scene
I told her baby
Please don't play me
I told her watch, AP
Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z
I got shooters, KD
Tracy McGrady
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
I got shooters, Kyrie
And the shoes is Kyries
These exclusive Nikes
And my boo be spicy
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Tear the club up, Three Six; fresh Forces, no creases
Endorphin releasing, performance increasing
In the morning or evening (We can) record it and keep it
Look how gorgeous the peach is, I'll sink more than my teeth in
Mmm... And you know she's my only one
Hit her with the long stroke, got a hole in one
I guess it's par for the course
She got rug burn from the carpeted floor
She got a body that is hard to ignore
Darling, I'm yours, until I'm on a cart in the morgue
Pardon me for my dirty mind if it seems filthy
I did the crime, I'll do the time, I'ma plead guilty
I'll happily serve a life sentence
Serve it back to me, baby, like tennis
Hmm, 'cause I'm nothin' like them other guys
I'm a whole fuckin' vibe; baby, let me come inside
I told her baby
Please don't play me
I told her watch, AP
Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z
I got shooters, KD
Tracy McGrady
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
I got shooters, Kyrie
And the shoes is Kyries
These exclusive Nikes
And my boo be spicy
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Shoot up the club, shoot up the club
Okay
Written by:
Gerald Owen
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