Godlee
Yeah, Aye Watchu Talm Bout
Come Oooon
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
Say my name Say my name when no one is Around You
Thankful that i found you, girl you got that Teenage love i swear that that's Nostalgia
If this world would end today i can't go on without Ya, and they say that real eyes realize real lies
Set my soul on fire, still got a chilled vibe
I mean you need to hear this, Sex drive when you Swerve
I want that interference tryna slip and slide on yo Curves
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
Tune$
She say how the hell ya make a jam like this ?
Damn i miss ridin thru the city with the five Percent tint with the windows up keep the blunt Smoke in
Play that number seven off of Solja Rags
Make a left by the overpass, Skys is grey overcast
Hold the stash Grab the masks then pull up at the Big White House cuz they owe me cash
Keep the car running, Pay attention to Surroundings tho, keep ya eyes on the drivers Door
When ya see me coming
I don't give f*ck you ain't seen nothing
(Oh You Bouta Rob Somebody ?)
Wait wait, baby i was born for this sense the Tonka truck Green army men Let Us all go in
(Guns Cocked, Door Closes)
BITCH this a stick up Everybody on the floor
Nobody get up, Give me all the files to the
Rodney King trial, Anybody smile then this shit Gettin' Lit up
This for Dr. Sebi cuz he was tryna heal us
This for all my niggas in the penitentiary doing Centuries off drugs charges
Jealous and the weak hearted we saw this Coming, y'all don't hate us y'all love us
We don't be here to infinity don't need no Sympathy all we want back is our identity
We don't need no sympathy all we want back is our identity
Aye Watchu Talm Boooout
Tune - Berry (feat. Godlee) Lyrics
Tune - Berry (feat. Godlee) Lyrics
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Godlee
Yeah, Aye Watchu Talm Bout
Come Oooon
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
Say my name Say my name when no one is Around You
Thankful that i found you, girl you got that Teenage love i swear that that's Nostalgia
If this world would end today i can't go on without Ya, and they say that real eyes realize real lies
Set my soul on fire, still got a chilled vibe
I mean you need to hear this, Sex drive when you Swerve
I want that interference tryna slip and slide on yo Curves
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
Tune$
She say how the hell ya make a jam like this ?
Damn i miss ridin thru the city with the five Percent tint with the windows up keep the blunt Smoke in
Play that number seven off of Solja Rags
Make a left by the overpass, Skys is grey overcast
Hold the stash Grab the masks then pull up at the Big White House cuz they owe me cash
Keep the car running, Pay attention to Surroundings tho, keep ya eyes on the drivers Door
When ya see me coming
I don't give f*ck you ain't seen nothing
(Oh You Bouta Rob Somebody ?)
Wait wait, baby i was born for this sense the Tonka truck Green army men Let Us all go in
(Guns Cocked, Door Closes)
BITCH this a stick up Everybody on the floor
Nobody get up, Give me all the files to the
Rodney King trial, Anybody smile then this shit Gettin' Lit up
This for Dr. Sebi cuz he was tryna heal us
This for all my niggas in the penitentiary doing Centuries off drugs charges
Jealous and the weak hearted we saw this Coming, y'all don't hate us y'all love us
We don't be here to infinity don't need no Sympathy all we want back is our identity
We don't need no sympathy all we want back is our identity
Aye Watchu Talm Boooout
Yeah, Aye Watchu Talm Bout
Come Oooon
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
Say my name Say my name when no one is Around You
Thankful that i found you, girl you got that Teenage love i swear that that's Nostalgia
If this world would end today i can't go on without Ya, and they say that real eyes realize real lies
Set my soul on fire, still got a chilled vibe
I mean you need to hear this, Sex drive when you Swerve
I want that interference tryna slip and slide on yo Curves
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
I need a long hair, brown eyed, thick thigh Muthaf*cka
I Just Wanna Rub Up On Her
I Just Wanna Touch Up On Her
Oooouuu Oooouuu What you wanna doooooo
Tune$
She say how the hell ya make a jam like this ?
Damn i miss ridin thru the city with the five Percent tint with the windows up keep the blunt Smoke in
Play that number seven off of Solja Rags
Make a left by the overpass, Skys is grey overcast
Hold the stash Grab the masks then pull up at the Big White House cuz they owe me cash
Keep the car running, Pay attention to Surroundings tho, keep ya eyes on the drivers Door
When ya see me coming
I don't give f*ck you ain't seen nothing
(Oh You Bouta Rob Somebody ?)
Wait wait, baby i was born for this sense the Tonka truck Green army men Let Us all go in
(Guns Cocked, Door Closes)
BITCH this a stick up Everybody on the floor
Nobody get up, Give me all the files to the
Rodney King trial, Anybody smile then this shit Gettin' Lit up
This for Dr. Sebi cuz he was tryna heal us
This for all my niggas in the penitentiary doing Centuries off drugs charges
Jealous and the weak hearted we saw this Coming, y'all don't hate us y'all love us
We don't be here to infinity don't need no Sympathy all we want back is our identity
We don't need no sympathy all we want back is our identity
Aye Watchu Talm Boooout
Writer: Tune$, Ashton McCrary
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid