Trevor Jackson - Me Likey lyrics

rate me

ft. Kirko Bangz

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’mma let her meet the family

She ain’t looking 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 dancing, moving that thing for me

Thing for me

I think that she got a thing for me

Thing for me

Me likey what I see

Your hands all over my body, baby

It’s just you and me

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 me feel good, yeah

When I’m wearing this pretty young thing

On my arm, man, 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 alone

She dancing, moving that thing for me

Thing for me

I think that she got a thing for me

Thing for me

Me likey what I see

Your hands all over my body, baby

It’s just you and me

What’s your fantasy, baby?

You make me stand up

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

Kirko Bangz

Cool, cool

Baby, I could take the summer off

Young Bangz making sure she wheel like armor all

How to be a player, baby, I should write the monologue

Momma wanna touch me, she don’t want me as a son-in-law

That girl there a gift, Mrs. Santa Claus

I’m just tryna 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

Ooh, he’s so classy, classy

And she like the fact my voice so raspy

I’m a H-Town player and the game ain’t fair

But the girl’s so nasty

You make me stand up

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