Testo Me Likey - Trevor Jackson feat. Kirko Bangz
Testo della canzone Me Likey (Trevor Jackson feat. Kirko Bangz), tratta dall'album Me Likey (feat. Kirko Bangz) - Single
Yeah, oh that's hot
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up, me wanna go down
Well I can go down, me likey
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, that
Met a girl in Miami, she can barely understand me
I don't think she got a job, but she do work
I-I-I I'ma let her meet the family
She ain't lookin' for love, go figure
I just met her at the club, she might be a gold digger
Well get down girl, go ahead get down
She dancin' movin' that thang, for me (thang for me)
I think she got a thang, for me (thang for me)
Me likey, what I see
Your hands all over my body, baby
It's just you and me
W-w-w what's your fantasy baby?
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up, me wanna go down
Well I can go down, me likey
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, that
She's such a bad habit
But she make's me feel good, yeah
When I'm wearing this, pretty young thing
On my arm, everybody's hooked, yeah
It's about to go down (down)
Go figure, mami sound good on the phone
Such a good kisser, when I get her all
She dancin' movin' that thang, for me (thang for me)
I think she got a thang, for me (thang for me)
Me likey, what I see
Your hands all over my body, baby
It's just you and me
W-w-w what's your fantasy baby?
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up, me wanna go down
Well I can go down, me likey
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, that
Cool, cool, baby
I could take the summer off
Young bangz, makin' sure she wheel like armor all
How to be a player baby, I should write the monologue
Mama wanna touch me, she don't want me as a son-in-law
That girl there a gift, Mrs. Santa Claus
I'm just tryin' get up in her prize, like a rental car
She all on me, like I'm walking in the Pentagon
She say I'm sweet, I'm tryna' turn into a Cinnabun
Oooh, he so classy (classy)
And she like the fact my voice, so raspy
I'ma H-Town playa, and the game ain't fair
But the girl's so nasty
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up, me wanna go down
Well I can go down, me likey
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, that
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up, me wanna go down
Well I can go down, me likey
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, me likey, that
Me likey, this, that
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy L. Reeves, Jonathan James Yip, Ray Romulus, Kirk Jerel Randle, Ray Charles Ii Mccullough, Malcolm M. Mcdaniel, Michael Lloyd Hamilton
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