HELLO - Mike Darole, Compton AV, RJ

Damn, girl, that ass look proper

Where she get it from?

She got it from her momma

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

Damn, girl, that ass look proper

Where she get it from?

She got it from her momma

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Imma talk back

She a ten in the face

And her body, goddamn

Yeah I got it, I’m the man now

Let me see you go on do it for that bag now

Back it, back it up girl reverse damn

You a pro, you ain’t even need to rehearse

Make 'em all look twice when they see her

I’m finna pull up in that thang like skeet skirt

I go hard bitch, you’re too soft

I do it proper with the roof off

Get your man he a goofball

I’m too sauced stickin' butter with it

If you got that from your momma then your mom can get it

Ayy, earthquake, make it vibrate

We could make a movie, yeah that’s Lionsgate

I ain’t got time baby why wait

Said I ain’t got time throw it my way, like

Damn, girl, that ass look proper

Where she get it from?

She got it from her momma

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

Damn, girl, that ass look proper

Where she get it from?

She got it from her momma

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

Day-ya-ya-ya-yaum girl, hello

Ooh la la la, Carmelo

Talkin' to me fresh 'bout to Dream, Falsetto

Don’t worry bout them bitches in your ear, that’s the devil

Slap it on your box, you’s a booty pill popper

Word around, momma was a, grandma was a poppa

If the apple fall far from the tree, that’s cider

If I ever met a woman like me, me either

Okay, okay on me

Rotate, that way on me

Heard you don’t do it but we gon' see

Mr. LA I’m a street

I can tell the future lookin' at behind you

You’s a kama sutra talking to her proper

Heard you got it from your momma like a hand me down

I get inside ya, learn my way around

Damn, girl, that ass look proper

Where she get it from?

She got it from her momma

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

Damn, girl, that ass look proper

Where she get it from?

She got it from her momma

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

It don’t get no colder than us three

Every time a nigga ever showed, the hoes rushed me

They saying I’m the nigga from the city, I must be

If Miko don’t trust you, I’mma shoot, you can trust me

And I’m right back crackin' like a

If I feel myself fuckin' your bitch imma go viral

Blowin' money fast like a nigga hit the lotto

Get money, fuck bitches nigga, same old motto

Nigga, who dat?

Nigga, nigga who dat?

Pull up in that foreign all black with the roof back

Nigga put 6's on the Phantom, how you do that?

'Cause nigga I’m that nigga my nigga, I thought you knew that

I be touchin' money like a ca-shier

Bitch throw that ass back and bring that ass here

Now drop it to the floor and make it wiggle like jello

Now bitch take my dick out my pants and say hello

Damn, girl, that ass look proper

Where she get it from?

She got it from her momma

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

Damn, girl, that ass look proper

Where she get it from?

She got it from her momma

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello

That booty talkin' to me

Girl, hello