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She Wanna Video (MV)




Performed By: Flakko
Length: 3:51
Written by: Felix Perez




Flakko - She Wanna Lyrics




Bitch got a man
And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants

Bitch got a man
And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants (Uh)

These bitches in love hatin'
Imagine with love makin' (Imagine)
I tell 'em all go to hell (Go to hell)
They tell me they love satan
There's really no backin down (Nope)
It feels like I'm back in town (Yup)
They love when I'm back around
But I turn ma back walkin' backwards now
Cus They Love me now and they ain't love me then (Ooh)
I've humbled down I won't rub it in
But I'll f*ck around just to come again
Since I'm still hot when the summer ends (HOT)
Yea, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna f*ck with me
I met the bitch as a stripper (Ooh)
So she goin' f*ck for free
I keep her company
Plus, she knows ima tip her (Ooh)
I ain't gotta take her movies (Movies)
And I'm still gettin the booty (Booty)
Netflix and chill is the mood be
I'm winnin' she scared she goin' lose me (Woo)
I'm a dog
Watch me do what I do, I move like I'm Scooby (Grrr)
Not a fraud
But killin' all, take my mask off, and I'm still me
And only the real can feel me (Yup)
Yea only the real can feel me (The real)
Hatin' niggas still kill me
But can't break me if they ain't build me (Nah)
Run it up
Niggas wanna handle I'll set it up (Set it up)
They just down 'cus I'm comin' up (Comin' up)
And they girls down 'cus my commas up (Commas up)

Bitch got a man
And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants

And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants (Uh)

I be in the club makin' hella noise
Probably hear me from CT to Illinois
Cant sing and women in love with my voice
I ain't acting cocky I just been the boy

Straight to the bag (Straight to the bag)
She want me, that homie that know me had told me she willing to smash (Willing to what?!)
Im on it if only she wasn't 'bout money
And wastin' it fast (Wastin' it what?!)
I'm focused on countin' them hunnits not worry 'bout makin' it back (Yea, yea)
I'm speaking the facts (Oh, oh)
Them bitches be mad
Callin' ma phone (yea, yea) I'm not hittin' 'em back
Movin' ahead after gettin' the neck (Oh oh)
Put them on have 'em reppin' the set
Shit, I got me a real one
Talk sweet she might kill one
That Hennessy got us still gone
Refuse to sleep 'til that deal comes (Woo)
Shawty fine and goin' grind like me
Always keeping an eye on me
When I'm off or fallin off, she goin' keep me right on beat
But I rather have her ride on me
'Cus she only want my money
It's f*ck broads then it's f*ck off
'Cus ya ain't goin' cardi me, sorry (Sorry!)

I be in the club makin' hella noise
Probably hear me from CT to Illinois
Cant sing and women in love with my voice
I ain't acting cocky I just been the boy

Bitch got a man
And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants

And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants (Uh)
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Bitch got a man
And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants

Bitch got a man
And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants (Uh)

These bitches in love hatin'
Imagine with love makin' (Imagine)
I tell 'em all go to hell (Go to hell)
They tell me they love satan
There's really no backin down (Nope)
It feels like I'm back in town (Yup)
They love when I'm back around
But I turn ma back walkin' backwards now
Cus They Love me now and they ain't love me then (Ooh)
I've humbled down I won't rub it in
But I'll f*ck around just to come again
Since I'm still hot when the summer ends (HOT)
Yea, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna f*ck with me
I met the bitch as a stripper (Ooh)
So she goin' f*ck for free
I keep her company
Plus, she knows ima tip her (Ooh)
I ain't gotta take her movies (Movies)
And I'm still gettin the booty (Booty)
Netflix and chill is the mood be
I'm winnin' she scared she goin' lose me (Woo)
I'm a dog
Watch me do what I do, I move like I'm Scooby (Grrr)
Not a fraud
But killin' all, take my mask off, and I'm still me
And only the real can feel me (Yup)
Yea only the real can feel me (The real)
Hatin' niggas still kill me
But can't break me if they ain't build me (Nah)
Run it up
Niggas wanna handle I'll set it up (Set it up)
They just down 'cus I'm comin' up (Comin' up)
And they girls down 'cus my commas up (Commas up)

Bitch got a man
And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants

And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants (Uh)

I be in the club makin' hella noise
Probably hear me from CT to Illinois
Cant sing and women in love with my voice
I ain't acting cocky I just been the boy

Straight to the bag (Straight to the bag)
She want me, that homie that know me had told me she willing to smash (Willing to what?!)
Im on it if only she wasn't 'bout money
And wastin' it fast (Wastin' it what?!)
I'm focused on countin' them hunnits not worry 'bout makin' it back (Yea, yea)
I'm speaking the facts (Oh, oh)
Them bitches be mad
Callin' ma phone (yea, yea) I'm not hittin' 'em back
Movin' ahead after gettin' the neck (Oh oh)
Put them on have 'em reppin' the set
Shit, I got me a real one
Talk sweet she might kill one
That Hennessy got us still gone
Refuse to sleep 'til that deal comes (Woo)
Shawty fine and goin' grind like me
Always keeping an eye on me
When I'm off or fallin off, she goin' keep me right on beat
But I rather have her ride on me
'Cus she only want my money
It's f*ck broads then it's f*ck off
'Cus ya ain't goin' cardi me, sorry (Sorry!)

I be in the club makin' hella noise
Probably hear me from CT to Illinois
Cant sing and women in love with my voice
I ain't acting cocky I just been the boy

Bitch got a man
And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants

And she still call me the man
She tryna sneak up a dance
She just a fan
She wanna shake it for bands
She wanna sit on ma pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna grip through the pants
She wanna, she wanna (Yea)
She wanna sit on ma pants (Uh)
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Writer: Felix Perez
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