Best On Earth (Remix) Lyrics

Like the way she work, ayy

She always puts me first, yeah

And I know I've been around

But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got drip on the floor and it's gettin' nasty

He ain't keeping his hands up off my ass cheeks

I got something to give him and if he asks me

I'm not filling up, baby, I let him gas me

Ima say it again

I Let 'em gas me

Let 'em fill up

Then leave they ass in the back seat

Issa lot of capping ass bitches if you ask me

No face, no case

They can never say they catch me

Uh, i'm really bout it, you see?

I got my arm cocked back, 'batta 'batta I swing

Got you pressed, Got you blue

Ooou, that's mood for the swing

But you'z a kiddy ass hoe, bitch

Go hit them swings

Look

You ain't topping me

Cocky, you never blocking me

Stalking, but never following

Mocking, and always copying

So, keep talking

I'm Birkin' yo fucking Stockins'

Got stockings, no Santa Clausin'

I'm flyer than Marry Poppins and

Thought you was fucking with me?

Got Chris, Pauly and Dee wish they fucking on me

Bet you wish you knew me

Wishy Washy she seem

She ain't never gon' say shit, but I know she seeing

Look

I'm going wild

Bitch, shut up

Talking to loud

You bait, and i'm on the prowl

Debating but know you proud and

I'm running miles

These bitches burnt out and lousy

Beating you, Ronda Rousey

Classy, you still the clown, see?

Like the way she work, ayy

She always puts me first, yeah

And I know I've been around

But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got drip on the floor and it's gettin' nasty

He ain't keeping his hands up off my ass cheeks

I got something to give him and if he asks me

I'm not filling up, baby, I let him gas me

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