Sir Michael Rocks

Sir Michael Rocks - New Dress feat Shorty K lyrics

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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]

Shining like a brand new handwash

I'm off the Clicquot and my nigga off the Xan bars

Bust it open like a waterbed

I see the bottom of your heels; that's a lot of red!

She probaby got a little bread

Bad bitch, rich girl, tryna get ahead

She probably was a print model

Tryna get a spread in Complex

Got the bomb sex, everything be all wet!

And everything all set, so don't stress

Every pair of legs on deck

It's gonna get better every time we connect

Booty softer than a Hallmark

Now let me hit it out the ballpark

And if you ever fall hard in love

I'mma catch you, I knew you had a spark the plug

Soon as I met you, niggas wanna cuff and arrest you

But I know I can't, cause I go hard in the fuckin paint

And I can't lie and say what I ain't

We all Gods, but I'm not a saint

So give me all that you can

Laying in the hotel bedroom service again

Sign the receipt and give the server a 10

Fine different freaks all over the land

Say "Go Banco!"

Marriani to the ankles

[Hook x2]

You in that new dress, and there's wine for us

Girl I said let's get our grind on

What you wanna do? Girl, it's just me and you..

[Verse 2: Shorty K]

Poppin rolls, rockin Rollies, like the old heads

That's when I seen this little steamer with the long legs

One of the Gods said "shorter over there a 10"

Naw, from here she a 9, up close I probably been

Can't give a bitch too much credit

I jumped front row and thought to myself, like "my dude said it"

Shorty finer than a parking ticket

I took the Rose, stopped, sipped it with 22 bitches

You the type of chick a nigga wanna brag about

That ass fat, probably beep when you back out

Them red bottoms on your feet, I peep the cash out

Now go on and activate them hips and poke your ass out

I learned that from a 2Pac song

Til they make a new track, shit, 2Pac gone

Hear they say that nigga back, I don't know about all that

One thing I do know is how I'm tryna smell that mat

Lip gloss on your shirt, coming off first

Kiss up on your stomach then I take it to your skirt

Reach up on the dresser, grab the Magnums out your purse

Tell your old man that your new boy make it hurt

They don't make em like me, too much swag

Killing these niggas: Ku Klux Klan

Lemme hit it from the back, give that trunk that slam

Have you screaming out loud who the fuck I am..

[Hook x2]

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