'Merican Thang, But Hey, I Think Ya Ma Type
He a bad dawg but he ain't talkin'
Brushed his chin
And he already aura farming
"Come on over,"
Says his beckoning
Swaggerin', he goes big by footballin'
And I wish I couldn't give a damn 'bout you
But while he wearin' his jersey, he wearin' a suit
He's just that fine to boot
Bounce his curls, blonde, black or brown
He says ,"Hey," tryna' hit on, take a shot
Right here, baby. You don't have to look that far
Coz you're ma type
"'Sup, shawty."
My dawg flashin' a perfect smile
My dawg flexin' that bod'
Make my eyes ogle, he drippin' hot...
"Why not take me over there?"
I said. Oh, we flirtin' down bad
I'm game, where you at?
He be cool,
Hey, babe, 'kay, babe.
Playin' it chill
I play tops, have you rollin'
Ain't lockin' in for the big cash
I'm waitin' for ya rizz, boy
But say catch, and you got one
Take it over here
It ain't sports, babe.
But I give ya your shot
He bouncin' on his walks
Varsity name stretched on his back
Tryna' make it big on ESPN
Crashes his skull and intercepts
Pulls up his chest like a top player
But, ay, baby boy, over here
"Call me," said by this chick
I ain't trippin'
For real, boy, we vibin'
If you ride, we fly
Come on, take it over here
It ain't a hit yet
But dawg, shawty's in for you
Tappin' for the win
