8BALL

8BALL - Holla Back lyrics

rate me

(feat. Carl Thomas)

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat

I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap

In ya face,breath stink, you can't think

He wanna take you home cause you bought you a drink

It's a trip, but don't trip

Come flip

Wit this big 'ol playboy

That's only if

Ya down

Ya wit it wit it,let's hit the city

Come roll wit it

And you ain't got to spend a penny

In ya fendy outfit

It's so tight

You so right

I wanna kick it wit you all night

Hope you

Like me like that

I know I

Can make you come right back

A girl like you can get me on the right track

Hold up, forget I even said that

Wassup mama, you know where my head's at

Take ya time, when you ready baby holla back

[Chorus]

Since I saw you

I've only want to just to know you

Give you the best of me

I employ you

But I won't play no fool to adore you

Could you holla back at me

[Verse 2]

Let's take a trip, lets get away, a few days

To a beach house,champagne everyday

Hot sand between ya toes

Ya skin smell sweet ma, just like a rose

I wanna get to know you better

Let's take a stroll

Forget about that club hoppin

That shit is old

Me and you connectin' from the soul

Make love with protection

That's how it goes(Since I saw you)

Wanna be, wit you

Tell me what you wanna do

Keep it hot, and I can keep it brand new

Feel me, and I'ma try to feel you

Wake up in the morning and see the real you

Hope we can stay on the same page

Hope we make love every single day

Don't-we-got-this-now

All you need to do is holla at me

[Chorus]

Since I saw you

I've only want just to know you

Give you the best of me

I employ you

But I won't play no fool to adore you

Could you holla back at me

[Verse 3]

Baby girl

Hot girl

My girl

Fa sho girl

We can make this me and yo' world

Don't stop

Make it hit the floor girl

The more you do it

I love it even more girl

Got me talking 'bout you all in my flow girl

Got me lookin for you all at my show girl

Don't think, I can take it any mo'

Don't know why I'm trippin',baby I got plenty mo'

Dime pieces, but one like you

I can't explain this thing that I'm going through

Something that you doing got me comin back ma

Take my number, when you ready holla back

[Chorus x2]

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