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jonn hart - who is you? lyrics

[verse 1: jonn hart]
go ‘head, get it, drop it (drop it)
hold ya, quit it, stop it (stop it)
girl, you actin’ all outta pocket (outta pocket)
the way you poppin’, got all of us watching (look at cha)
lil’ mama gon’ get it ’cause she got it (uh+huh)
i know how them other b+tches feel about it (hold tight)
girl, you got them all feelin’ softer (uh+huh)
godd+mn, tell ’em all get up off me

[pre+chorus: jonn hart]
i’m telling all of my gang
i’m choosing up, girl, you looking like bae
i’m telling all of my gang
i’m choosing up, girl, you looking like bae
don’t trip off none of these girls
no time for them ’cause they not in the way
don’t trip off none of these girls, they not in the way

[chorus: jonn hart]
who is you? who is you?
when you walk in the room they like, “who is you?”
the way you move like you do
got e’rybody in the b+tch like, “who is you?”
make a whole lotta room, all these other hoes gotta move
who is you?
e’rybody wish they knew, no lie you the truth
who is
[verse 2: jonn hart]
oh d+mn, sheesh (sheesh)
i think you need to put that ass on a leash (godd+mn)
girl, that body all outta pocket (just look at it)
you ain’t a snack, you a feast (i wanna eat it)
if you’re talking money, i’m the topic (yeah, yeah)
hop in the whip, i take the top and i’ma drop it (skrrt+skrrt)
i’m turning down all other options
and we pullin’ up for all of ’em watching

[chorus: jonn hart]
who is you? who is you?
when you walk in the room they like, “who is you?”
the way you move like you do
got e’rybody in the b+tch like, “who is you?”
make a whole lotta room, all these other hoes gotta move
who is you?
e’rybody wish they knew, no lie you the truth
who is
[verse 3: rjmrla]
stumble right across your page
had me lost for words, you’re like a scrabble game
i wanna know your government and not your ig name
i beat it like a punishment, you said you like the pain
girl, stop it, feeling like a wham
turning down options south of north cali
i passing livestock
then your wrist ice hockey
baguettes is kickboxing for birds
i could care less who been flockin’
i mean that
we touch bases, then we finish tag
get acquainted with the quakers, givin’ feedback
complete package
you my main not my side squeeze
if looks k!ll, this a crime scene

- jonn hart lyrics

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