popsnotthefather - dress shirt lyrics
[intro]
i’m boutta f#ck it up. uhh yessir
she boutta throw it up. she tore up my dress shirt
i’m boutta f#ck it up, you know i’ma bless her uhh yeah
i’m boutta f#ck it up. uhh yessir
she boutta throw it up. she tore up my dress shirt
i’m boutta f#ck it up, you know i’ma bless her uhh yeah
[verse]
that p#ssy made for me
stop & drop, get a taste, fill a lake for me
never fake on me
& she got a place for me
on your job; working late, getting paid for me
love it when you shake it, babe
you know it drive me crazy
put it in the air & i’m a pilot, babe
yeah you a fly lil baby
& you my lil babe
link up in the morning, she gon’ ride till late
tell me not to stop & i’ma andalay
something buried deep & i’ma find it, babe
[bridge #mumble]
call me in the morn’ you know where this sh#t is goin
pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
call me in the morn’ you know where this sh#t is goin
pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
call me in the morn’ you know where this sh#t is goin
pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
call me in the morn’ you know where this sh#t is goin
pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
i’m boutta f#ck it up. uhh yessir
she boutta throw it up. she tore up my dress shirt
i’m boutta f#ck it up, you know i’ma bless her uhh yeah
i’m boutta f#ck it up. uhh yessir
she boutta throw it up. she tore up my dress shirt
i’m boutta f#ck it up, you know i’ma bless her uhh yeah
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