solja girl ft. steele 11 Lyrics

Yeah, shorty came up and asked me to sign her notes on her iPhone

She say, she got me on replay all on her drive home

Before she left, she had me sing her one of my songs

I gave her chills in the heat, I see her thighs

Oh my, goosebumps rise

Another pretty bitch, that stay down for the ride

And she natural, she said, "You have to blow"

I-I-I-I know that you know

Soon as she turned around, I had to say, "Hold up"

You know the words to, "let me down", you more than a fan, you a Solja

Not only that, I really like that you is older

She know more than half of my stories, but I don't know her

Yeah, I don't know nobody but myself, unless you blood

But, if I'm to care, it's only what you is, fuck what you was

All I- All I know is, what you is right now is starstruck

You could bump that unreleased while on the way to Starbucks

I'm tempted to simp over a fan

She talkin' like she not datin' a man

But ya man is a fan too

He wanna work? He might gotta let me smash you

Shorty came up and asked me to sign her notes on her iPhone

She say, she got me on replay all on her drive home

Before she left, she had me sing her one of my songs

I gave her chills in the heat, I see her thighs

Oh my, goosebumps rise

Another pretty bitch, that stay down for the ride

And she natural, she said, "You have to blow"

I-I-I-I know that you know

She know I'm a goat, and I know she a ho

Tell me why the story different, every time you hit my phone

You fucked up way too many times, but I still call you my ho

And it's crazy, oh girl, you crazy

Oh, how the time changed

But we'll still do it my way

Girl, are you gonna wait on me (Wait on me)

Girl, are you gonna tell me what you really need?

'Cause I'ma tell you what you wanna see

I-I-I-I was in my Miami, tryna get you out my mind

I was in a Camry, fuckin' on another bitch I met online

I was overthinkin' about you the whole time

I was really thinkin' I loved you

I was really thinkin' I wanted you

Girl, I keep it simple

This chopper pop him like a pimple

The money, it be triple

That them dudes makin' you fuckin' with

Girl, you know that I ain't no jit

Girl, you know that I keep a stick

Girl, I'm tryna make you my bitch (Uh, uh)

Shorty came up and asked me to sign her notes on her iPhone

She say, she got me on replay all on her drive home

Before she left, she had me sing her one of my songs

I gave her chills in the heat, I see her thighs

Oh my, goosebumps rise

Another pretty bitch, that stay down for the ride

And she natural, she said, "You have to blow"

I-I-I-I know that you know