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I got new shoes on my ride (Yes sir) Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir) And you can see in my eyes (Yes sir) That I'm lookin' for a cutie pie Work it out Work it out (Let's go, Mykel) Work it out Work it out Work it out Yeah I love a girl that keep my mind racin' I can tell it's good just off your conversation Yeah, I'm not stoppin' 'til you're mine, baby Tryna hit you with that nine, baby Why would we wait? That's only time wasted She was a good girl, she barely go to clubs I changed her life, now she like fuckin' on a thug Bitch bad, I'm on her skin just like Dove I told her she my light, I'm tryna leave it on above Got a bad bitch in my ride (Yes sir) Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir) And you can see it in her eyes (Yes sir) That she don't never want another guy (Yes sir) And we ain't gotta make love (Yes sir) SongtexteAnd we can just cuddle up (Yes sir) But if she want me to beat it up (Yes sir) Yeah, damn it, I'll beat it up (Yes sir) My body, your body My body, your body My body, your body My body, your body That outside dick keep them hoes sick CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it That outside dick keep them hoes sick (Bitch bad, bitch bad) CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it (Bad bitch, bad) Baby got her own, she quick to tell you she don't need it (Jumpin' on it) Plus her credit good, she a keeper (Jumpin' on it) She might flirt, but she ain't fuckin', she a teaser (Jumpin' on it) She like to take her time, she a Libra (Jumpin' on it) Yeah, I'm in the water, got it bustin' like a bubble She wan' feel it, she start slidin' off the rubber I got a girl, but that— worth the trouble (He got a bitch) You way too bad to be fuckin' undercover (But I ain't worried 'bout her) Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried— Worried— Worried 'bout her He got a— Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried— Worried— Worried 'bout her He got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— He got a bitch (You way too bad to be fuckin' undercover) But I ain't worried 'bout her Got a bad bitch in my ride (Yes sir) Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir) And you can see it in her eyes (Yes sir) That she don't never want another guy (Yes sir) And we ain't gotta make love (Yes sir) And we can just cuddle up (Yes sir) But if she want me to beat it up (Yes sir) Yeah, damn it, I'll beat it up (Yes sir) My body, your body My body, your body My body, your body My body, your body Jumpin'— J— J— J— J— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it Jump— J— J— Jump— Jump— Jumpin' on it— Jump— Jumpin' on it Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin' on it Jump— J— J— Jump— Jump— Jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it He got a bitch, but I ain't worried 'bout her He got a bitch, but I ain't worried 'bout her Aus Songtexte Mania