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capella grey - antics! lyrics

[verse 1]
she with all the antics
she gon’ do whatever ’cause i’m handsome
for me she gon’ move like a dancer
you and you together with me, it’s a [?]
got her twerkin’ already, i see the way you lookin’ at me
let me know when you ready to leave
baby, i’m surrounded
there ain’t nothin’ but baes with me
but this shorty is all i see, god d+mn
she gon’ make me a fiend
i can see the fatty pokin’ out of them jeans
ain’t tryna wait, f+ck ridin’ the bean
tell her friеnds she good, baby, off the scenе

[chorus]
i can’t wait to get, get you alone
want your body on me (your body, your body)
i can tell you nasty, i know (i know)
pour up a shot, she tryna do more than drive the boat
show me that freaky sh+t that you do (you do)
body set nice, and i look better into you

[verse 2]
put your hands right there, let me buss it to the view (uh)
goin’ off the dome, we ain’t got nothin’ to lose (uh)
f+ck you on the floor, i can f+ck you in the stu, uh
f+ck you out of your attitude
oh, you bad, huh?
oh, you nonchalant? (uh+huh)
we just get money, man, oh, you found the dough
plus i got b+tches, you got b+tches, let’s get live, mama (let’s get live, mama)
put you on the vibes you never have, mama
she do wavy things and brush it off (brush it off)
i know it’s a lot of n+ggas who love you out
but they all dry as h+ll, and i get fly as h+ll in my ysl
it’s not what [?], went and got a girl
watch winners, my baby
[chorus]
i can’t wait to get, get you alone
want your body on me (your body, your body)
i can tell you nasty, i know (i know)
pour up a shot, she tryna do more than drive the boat
show me that freaky sh+t that you do (you do)
body set nice, and i look better into you

[outro]
oh, a glass of 1942
we off to my crib, and he was just tryna do
see my wrist on froze, i almost caught a flu
and i do on the clock
and come sit all that ass, b+tch, i’m f+ckin’ up the club
i’m throwin’ all my cash, b+tch, i’m never runnin’ out
i’ma buy you a bag, i know my baby flip a bag
the way you poke it out, i know you make this b+tches mad
now poke it out, and shake it, baby, throw it for that bag
haha, n+ggas wildin’

- capella grey lyrics

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