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Ian - On the Floor Lyrics



Ian - On the Floor Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, 'Sace suits out this Rolls, we look like the Italian Mob
'Sace shoes, 'Sace robe, make my crib feel like the spa
Not no bag, I can't go, I need ten upon arrival
Contraband in my truck, so I'm careful when I'm drivin', huh

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh

Windows tinted, Forgiato's, f*cked her with four hoes inside it
B-Buenos días, hola, Mami, maybe I could call you Wifey
Change the pace, I take her down to SoHo, got your ho excited
Italiano leather jacket, this shit cost a f*ckin' Audi
They like, "Why is ian blowin' up?" Bitch, y'all the ones who did it
I don't hear him talkin' 'bout no funds, I'm probably not gon' listen
You don't make them pockets big as f*ck, I'm probably not gon' fit 'em
I just bought some brand-new Jordan 1's, I can't even touch the rim

P-Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh

"Just wondering, what-what is it like seeing this right now?"
"Shit, you tell me"

Head rushin', face hot, Louis store, play time
Furry coat, Maison, t-ten pairs, same kind
We can't wine and dine, bae, this a one-and-done, baby
I'm just not the one for you, I'm too low on time or somethin'
Listen, we probably chop somethin' up
But I'm not makin' friends with your ass, that's just how it is
Whenever this shit get ugly, I gotta pretend to be happy, you know how it is
If you see a chance for us, say somethin', baby, 'cause I got no idea
I'm pushin' this Phantom hard, drivin' this ho like I ain't pass my test

P-Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon (throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
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English

Yeah, yeah, 'Sace suits out this Rolls, we look like the Italian Mob
'Sace shoes, 'Sace robe, make my crib feel like the spa
Not no bag, I can't go, I need ten upon arrival
Contraband in my truck, so I'm careful when I'm drivin', huh

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh

Windows tinted, Forgiato's, f*cked her with four hoes inside it
B-Buenos días, hola, Mami, maybe I could call you Wifey
Change the pace, I take her down to SoHo, got your ho excited
Italiano leather jacket, this shit cost a f*ckin' Audi
They like, "Why is ian blowin' up?" Bitch, y'all the ones who did it
I don't hear him talkin' 'bout no funds, I'm probably not gon' listen
You don't make them pockets big as f*ck, I'm probably not gon' fit 'em
I just bought some brand-new Jordan 1's, I can't even touch the rim

P-Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh

"Just wondering, what-what is it like seeing this right now?"
"Shit, you tell me"

Head rushin', face hot, Louis store, play time
Furry coat, Maison, t-ten pairs, same kind
We can't wine and dine, bae, this a one-and-done, baby
I'm just not the one for you, I'm too low on time or somethin'
Listen, we probably chop somethin' up
But I'm not makin' friends with your ass, that's just how it is
Whenever this shit get ugly, I gotta pretend to be happy, you know how it is
If you see a chance for us, say somethin', baby, 'cause I got no idea
I'm pushin' this Phantom hard, drivin' this ho like I ain't pass my test

P-Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon (throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
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Writer: Ian Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Ian - On the Floor Video
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Performed By: Ian
From Album: Goodbye Horses
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Ian Smith
Year: 2024

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