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Ladies Hit Squad

Girl I pull up to your city with them racks out

You know how I do it, shows be packed out

All them girls, they pretty, they gon' twerk for me

Nasty baby, please put out that work for me

Now I noticed a couple niggas got my swag, swag

They done stole my swag, swag

They can have that swag, swag

Because Flacko Jodye done told me let them have that

I don't want that back

I don't want that backBudubupbup

It's me, me

She wants to be with me, me

Every day she's thinking 'bout me, me

She never met nobody like me, me

It's ooh

I wanna know what's on the agenda

Keep it real, don't be a pretender

This is my show, I'm the presenter

Time is money, I'm a big spender

We can have a mad one, we can have a bender

Order what you want from the bartender

Come back to mine and all be splender

I'll give you a night to remember

Let's get the bed rockin'

Undo the stocking from the suspender

The legs are so soft and tender

Tonight you can be my contender

I want 'em in the mix and I wanna blender

To another world, I wanna send her

Over the bath, I wanna bend her

Give her the cockney like an EastenderGirl I pull up to your city with them racks out

You know how I do it, shows be packed out

All them girls, they're pretty, they gon' twerk for me

Nasty baby, please put out that work for me

Now I noticed a couple niggas got my swag, swag

They done stole my swag, swag

They can have that swag, swag

Because Flacko Jodye done told me let them have that

I don't want that back

I don't want that backI'm gonna hit the G-spot when I get the jeans off

Press on the gas and then I ease off

Kiss on your neck, there you go, ease off

Back so big, look like your jeans shrunk in the wash

And we don't really need Netflix, I'mma give you something to watch

After we done, bill a spliff and cotch

Pour me a glass of the Henny on the rocks

And get ready for round two

'Cause any time we not boosting you know we knock twice

So lucky I found you girl

You were looking way too cold in your Reebok Ice

Saw your girlfriend, you don't need advice

Always in your ear like, "He's not nice"

She's just upset 'cause she got juiced in the bunk bed

And you know, she's not wife

See me with the street goons on the ends

Next day I'm in the GQ Top 10

Tracksuit Mafia, the best dressed men

Linked us, now she don't wanna link them man again

Your ex plays in the Prem but you never see him taking a pen

'Cause if you can't hit the G-spot when it comes to the spot kicks

Manna gotta wait on the bench

Songwriters

JOSEPH OLAITAN ADENUGA, DARREN JACKSON DIXON, TARIQ DEVEGAPublished by

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