HeadBand (feat. 2 Chainz) (Explicit) 歌詞
HeadBand(feat. 2 Chainz) (Explicit) - B.o.B/2 Chainz
Already got what I rolled up in my left hand
P**sy on my mind
Tighter than a headband
Kush in my lungs
Got ganja in my sweat glands
This sh*t I'm on
Better than the next strand
Than the next strand
Better than the next strand
She head down
Booty poppin' in a headstand
I shine bright
I'll give your girl a slight tan
I make that p**sy whistle
Like the Old Spice man
I don't even understand
Why she'd ever want a man
If she ever throw it
I'll catch it like a quarterback
Like like a quarterback
That's an interception
You think I give a f**k
That's a misconception
Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night
The roof is on fire
So what, I'm high
Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night
Yeah, she a bad b**ch
All jokes aside
Aye, look at baby over there
What's up Lil' mama come here
She started talking
But I really couldn't hear her
Til she started dancin'
Like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
She broke it, bounce
Body movin' like Shakira
Like she do it in the mirror
I chop one, chop two
Chop that a** down
Chop that a** down
Chop, chop that a** down
All I want you to do is just drop that a** down
Drop, drop that a** down
Now look back at it
Whistling Dixie…
In middle school I was getting head on a ten-speed
Gigolo bloodline, pimping hereditary
Black on 28s, it remind me of February
Dare you could f**k with me, that would be Nevuary
Dead-a** rappers should've came with a cemetery
I am so cold – ni**a like Ben & Jerry
Fill a ni**a, deal a ni**a, kill a ni**a, obituary
My vision blurry, these b**ches flirting
I've been drinking all night
I think my kidney's hurting damn
So I close the curtains on the 62
Her a**'ll knock your a** out
You'd better stick and move true
Chain hang to my ding-a-lang
Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-lang
To do a threesome, you've got to intervene
Her legs so sexy when I'm in between
Aye, look at baby over there
What's up Lil' mama come here
She started talking
But I really couldn't hear her
Til she started dancin'
Like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
She broke it, bounce
Body movin' like Shakira
Like she do it in the mirror
I chop one, chop two, chop that a** down
Chop that a** down, chop, chop that a** down
All I want you to do is just drop that a** down
Drop, drop that a** down
Now look back at it
She do it like she do it in the mirror
Be cautious, the booty is bigger than it appear
She speed it up and slow it down
Like she's switching gears
I'm lookin' for the baddest one here
I tell her like do that there, do that there
You've got to stretch it out, girl
Move that there
She bent it over and touched
Her toes when she took that there
Like hut-one, hut-two, girl, who back there
Who back there? I'm back there
I could take a step back and sip my cognac there
Picture-perfect body, that's a Kodak there
Now make a ni**a feel welcome like a doormat stair
I'm like oh, what a night
Oh, what a night…
The roof is on fire so what, I'm high?
I'm like oh, what a night
Oh, what a night…
That's a bad b**ch, all jokes aside
Aye, look at baby over there
What's up? Lil' mama come here
She started talking
But I really couldn't hear her
Til she started dancin'
Like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
She broke it, bounce, body movin' like Shakira
Like she do it in the mirror
I chop one, chop two, chop that a** down
Chop that a** down, chop, chop that a** down
All I want you to do is just drop that a** down
Drop, drop that a** down… now look back at it