VIRTUOSO - Want Me lyrics

rate me

(feat. Iyadonna)

There it is

You know it's about to go down right

The place is here, and the time is now

come on

[Virtuoso]

Virtuoso ask for her by name

Only the fliest mamis are playas in my game

Chocolate thai reign stay high like a plane

It's Cambridge baby ain't a damn thing changed

My aim, is to be the top dog

You yap ya trap but it's only talk though

I'm not soft, the beef popped off the sweet got tossed

And even salty cats crawl on they back

We calm and relaxed, cause we know we got is sowed

Hey galito, o-ohhhh, hey yo

The Virtuoso blow O's of dro

And yo the way reign there

I swear my nose should glow

I told ya so, sick like polio

It's only four, twenty honey child you know

And yes ya dressed fresh on yo breast

Slip it off and girl let yo hips do the talkin'

[Hook]

We came to party, so girl shake yo body

Girl I see you want me, so let's get it on

(Where all the ladies at)

(We came to party, so boy shake your body)

(Look I see you want me, so let's get it on)

[Iyadonna]

Giorgio Armani, Gianni, Versace

Glowin' wrists, less chicks solo my type of party

Somebody, who came in them, fancy ringers

And'll snatch me up to dance wid him

My women friends all hold it down

No poke holdin' hands

At the bar wid bills out cause we holdin' them

It was like, ten of them, and since my man ain't here

let me attend to them, Avirex is dress-ted

On top of Armani X it's for the big chested

My God, I'm so impressed and, fully rested

Anything get outta hand, it's cause, we let it

Chickens get heated and call us conceited but they respect it

I worked real hard for the trump necklace

And I'm workin' real hard toward the truck Lexus

G.S., no B.S., Iya stay holdin' it down

Officialized down to a V.S

[Hook]

[Virtuoso]

Gimme sixteen and I make a chick cream

Twist green dro flow 'til my wrist gleam

My top so hot ock I got spit steam

And get between more dips lips than Listerine

I'm slick machine oil I boil and bubble up

We tryna party why are y'all bringin' trouble up

You want me catch me on the floor honeys rubbin' up

Chocolate on both sides lookin' like a double stuffed

Oreo cookie, and I'm sorry y'all rookies

Think I failed on a bet make a call to your bookie

Now, what's the odds Virtuoso ain't harder prints pressin'?

Just count ya blessings and thank God

That I made another record

My troops scoop and get the flava honeys naked

Gettin' major money check it I

Smoke the lye and scope the thighs

And if you messin' with my night I might choke a guy

Because

[Hook]