Christo Amp - It's On You (feat. Woah)

Yea
Champ
The champ is here
Come through to the casa (yea)
I'm Notorious so, she call me Big Poppa (Champ)
I ain't pickin' up if she call me manana (what?)
But, she give me love 'cause the dick still proper (give me love)
And she got the coke bottle body
Take her to a nice place then, she gettin' naughty (ouu)
Shit, give me the slop to the toppy (mm)
Breakin' down wood like we kickin it, karaoke
So, hop in my whip, and take a quick trip (yea)
So can get lit (yea), and get high as shh (skrt)
Quiet but, smoke loud, I hope she go down
And I got more Temptations' than Motown
And you can her but, you is loser (yea)
'Cause if I find her, I bet you would lose her (Champ)
Chillin' outside rollin' doob's on the stoop
Might pick up you boo in my coupe
I can tell feelin' me 'cause you turn shy every time a nigga come around
(every time I come around)
And I gotta do is say is hello, I bet that make your cute ass crack a smile
(with your cute ass)
And your nigga been slippin', hangin' with friend's, he been gone for a while
(he been gone for a minute)
If it ain't too much pressure I would really, I would really like to take you out
(so what do you say?)
So, it's on you, baby (hey)
It's on you (ay, it's on you)
It's on you, baby (hey)
I'm down to do what you tryin' to do (fa'sho)
So, it's on you (so, it's on you)
So it's on you, baby (so, it's on you)
It's on you, baby (hey)
I'm down to do what you tryna do
(Champ)
(yea, yea)
She hot but, she so cold with it
So, lil' mama gon' handle your business
Ride me like a four wheeler
And she don't really fuck with broke niggas'
Yea, got me screamin' go girl
Don't look back, 'cause we movin' forward
Stepped on my earth, and you made it your world
Fuck with a nigga, I can make your toes curl
Baby, you want it? you need it? I gotchu (ooohhh)
Kept all your secrets in my locker (ooohhh)
Girl, you gon' the ouu-nanana (ooohhh)
Go 'head shake it like a maraca (ooohhh)
Shake it fast or shake it slow (ooohhh)
Sippin' slow, on purple soda (ooohhh)
Can't believe my eyes she so gorgeous (ooohhh)
By my pillow my business grown (ooohhh)
I can show ya
I can tell feelin' me 'cause you turn shy every time a nigga come around
(every time I come around) (show ya)
And I gotta do is say is hello, I bet that make your cute ass crack a smile
(with your cute ass) (show ya)
And your nigga been slippin', hangin' with friend's, he been gone for a while
(he been gone for a minute) (show ya)
If it ain't too much pressure I would really, I would really like to take you out
(so what do you say?) (show ya)
So, it's on you, baby (hey)
It's on you (ay, it's on you)
It's on you, baby (hey)
I'm down to do what you tryin' to do (fa'sho)
So, it's on you (so, it's on you)
So it's on you, baby (so, it's on you)
It's on you, baby (hey)
I'm down to do what you tryna do
(yea, yea)

Written by:
Christopher Amponsah, Donovan Brooks

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