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von Flyana Boss

I got my hands on my back
He like it when I, yeah, just like that

I got my hands on my back
No, I don′t want your man, you can keep that
He like it when I, yeah, just like that
Like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that

Uh, I make it pop like bubble gum
I'm hot now, wait ′til the summer come
Shake somethin', hop scotch, do the Double Dutch
Got hits, got bands like a drummer-drum
I shake ass 'til my body numb
I make it rain like a money gun
No competition, I already won
You don′t eat like it′s Ramadan


Shoot your shot just like a free throw
Yes, I'm thick, just like my ego
Bestie come wherever we go
Tokyo to Puerto Rico
Give me space, I don′t like people
Lock me up, this ass illegal
Bitch, I'm art, don′t need no easel
You know I'm bad

I got my hands on my back
No, I don′t want your man, you can keep that
He like it when I, yeah, just like that
Like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that

I make hoes sick, influenza
You like my pic, influencer
Touch down, London, I flew in to
Pussy palace, up in Windsor
Détroit, faux fur, yeah, I'm so cold
Anita Baker, sweet love, so low
I need a baker 'cause I got that dough
Pussy knockout, pow-pow, Rambo


Shoot your shot just like a free throw
Yes, I′m thick, just like my ego
Bestie come wherever we go
Tokyo to Puerto Rico
Give me space I don′t like people
Lock me up, this ass illegal
Bitch, I'm art, don′t need no easel
You know I'm bad

I got my hands on my back
No, I don′t want your man, you can keep that
He like it when I, yeah, just like that
Like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that