ad & sorry jaynari - fight back lyrics
[intro: ad]
yeah, woo, yeah
[chorus: ad]
had no idea you could throw that thing ’round, drop it like that, leave
see i ain’t talkin’ ’bout love, slippin’ on a glove like i’m mike jack, yeah
when i come around, if i give a couple rounds, will you fight back? yeah
when i come around, if i give you couple rounds, will you fight back?
fight back, leave
[verse 1: ad]
bottle on her like i’m tyson, yeah
tiller notes just like i’m bryson, hey
stick bomb, girl, i am isis
girl, if i ever lead you on, then it is priceless, yeah
sweat pea sat-rdays, on that plies sh-t, yeah
i keep it real, i don’t disguise sh-t, yeah
that real love, mary j. blige sh-t
pluggin’ in your venmo status, we don’t slide sh-t
gotta keep the gr-ss short, don’t need no furbies
i was broke in the hood, they used to curve me
you gon’ show me that pink, swallow like kirby
and i’ma hit my shot every time like curry, i leave it perfect
why you out here acting scary?
slide or tell me, i’ma be there in a hurry
send them pics, just give a d-mn if that sh-t blurry
baby bustin’ missions, better never tell a jury
[chorus: ad & 1takejay]
had no idea you could throw that thing ’round, drop it like that, leave
see i ain’t talkin’ ’bout love, slippin’ on a glove like i’m mike jack, yeah
when i come around, if i give a couple rounds, will you fight back? yeah
when i come around, if i give you couple rounds, will you fight back? (wait, hol’ up, i’m ’bout to turn this b-tch up)
fight back, leave
[verse 2: 1takejay]
wait, hol’ up, never mind we finna go rounds
if she not a dime, i’m probably not finna go down
i’ma beat it up, beat it up, baby, call me pacquiao
i’m a dog, so it’s only right i hit you doggystyle
back, back that -ss up like you tryna pay the rent with it
no cap, ’cause i really get more head than a fitted
too for real, she tryna pull up and get right with it
but if you broke, chance slim, like you probably not gon’ hit it
how you call yourself running it up but you can’t get the digits?
look, it’s a plane, it’s a bird, it’s a f-ckin’ pigeon
you ain’t get it? n-gg-, that just mean you f-ck with dirty women
it’s a boy, it’s a man, it’s a pimp ’cause i got thirty women
i like them b-tches from the hood ’cause they fight back
i like them b-tches in miami with the nice -ss
i like that sundress, but baby, where your tights at?
once i hit it once, ain’t no breaks, run it right back
[chorus: ad]
had no idea you could throw that thing ’round, drop it like that, leave
see i ain’t talkin’ ’bout love, slippin’ on a glove like i’m mike jack, yeah
when i come around, if i give a couple rounds, will you fight back? yeah
when i come around, if i give you couple rounds, will you fight back?
fight back, leave
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