Champain - Riirii (Bonus Track)

Bad little mami, got the figure shape of riirii
Applying pressure, cause you know i really need it
Word around town, that you used to be a treeshy
Besides the fact, also hearing that you freaky
So I'm hoping you could show me, when u see me
Put it on me hold me, make me believe it
In your ocean stroke it, depart the seas and
I don't play no games yeah part of the reason, that i'm toxic
It's getting hot in here no nelly just take your clothes of and pop it
Pop lock and drop it, yeah for a real one
Back shots bussing, while i'm gripping your brazilian (Woah)
I know how to make you nervous
When i eat it up and work it, i make you turn it
You get that money cause you earned it
Well this a big boy, not a little boy i'm a rude boy
When we flex, we roll
The real thing, she know's
She pull up, loose control
Clip empty, man i think i gotta reload
Oh na na, brace up while she wine slow
Wild wild, wild thoughts when she get close
The real thing
Yeah yeah, the real thing
Baby i don't if you worth it
But you know a nigga far from perfect
I been feeling your vibe
You ain't been the same in a while
Baby i just wanna make you smile, ouu ahh
My intuitions got me bugging
But i just look in the mirror and say its nothing
And if it is was it is, then why you fronting
Baby girl i don't want to start something
I don't even want to know
If you doing foul, just keep it on the low
Things come to past, when a nigga on the road
You already know i love you and a nigga on go
Got a body like riirii
Type a girl you would only see on tv
And she move like a genie
While i'm sipping on this vodka martini yeah
Stop, wait a minute
The way you move that, the way you do that
Girl you know i love you, when you love to move that
Girl you know i love you, when you love to move that (Yeah yeah)
I don't even want to know
If you doing foul, just keep it on the low
Things come to past, when a nigga on the road
You already know i love you and a nigga on go
I know how to make you nervous
When i eat it up and work it, i make you turn it
You get that money cause you earned it
Well this a big boy, not a little boy i'm a rude boy
When we flex, we roll
The real thing, she know's
She pull up, loose control
Clip empty, man i think i gotta reload
Oh na na, brace up while she wine slow
Wild wild wild, thoughts when she get close
The real thing
Yeah yeah, the real thing
Woah

Written by:
chadaine jackson

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