Blaow, damn
When i fall off in the spot they be saying, ooh wee
All them hating bitches staring they be asking, who is she? and i'm posted in the function a like a muhfuckin poster mobbing with my bitches we look like la cosa nostra
I do it how i'm sposed to, i do it how i wanna
In the back of the party still rollin marijuana floating round the party music got my hips swaying
The dj dropped the beat now all the girls are saying
Hold my fuckin phone this right here my song
Hold my fuckin phone this right here my song
Hold my fuckin phone this right here my song
Hold my fuckin phone this right here my song
If you ain't come to dance then why the fuck did you come? you paid to get up in this bitch but standing there looking dumb you posted with your friends against the wall
Keep looking at ya phone knowing ain't nobody call.
SHIT
You don't wanna fuck up your outfit
Boy you know you got that shit from the muthafuckin outlet let her hand go, you ain't gotta cuff your spouses
She wanna have a good time that's why she keep on shouting
Hold my fuckin phone this right here my song
Hold my fuckin phone this right here my song
Hold my fuckin phone this right here my song
Hold my fuckin phone this right here my song
All my ladies in here with your real hair, all my ladies in here with your real hair say owwwwww
(owwwwww)
Say owwwwww
(owwwwww)
All my ladies in here with your weave in, all my ladies in here with your weave in say bitch stop hating
(bitch stop hating)
Say bitch stop hating
(bitch stop hating)
Writer(s): Malik Flint, Kari Johnson, Marcus Flint
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