You got me sprung I'm writin' love songs
I just can't get enough I tell her girl get out them clubs
Them niggas ain't f*ckin' with us And you keep talkin' bout a title what's
The rush? (Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
You know we young and turnt I'll buy you Van Cleef's a Chanel purse
I ask her what's her sign She sayin' dollar sign not Cancer
She a freak up in the night But 'round her mama she got manners
Oh now you got some manners? I put you in Bottega that's romantic
We could f*ck up on the balcony you like the view of the Atlantic
You actin' naughty I still buy you gifts like f*ck a Santa
What you want I'll plan it Your wish is my command
She get on top and she gon' ride don't use no hands
I look her in her eyes she look so good I'm in a trance
F*ck me good you get designer I'll cop you all the latest trends
You can record it and rewind it You can show it to your friends
How you get in them pants? Baby I could rock your world if you give me a chance
I know you not the average girl I put you in a Benz
Baby I could fly you out to Paris France
She just got off her cycle she don't know Lance
Baby assume the position three-point stance
I put d*** in her gut while I'm holdin' her hand
But we don't need a title don't call me your man
Hit her she say this her d*** That p**** mine I love how it grip
That's how it drip Pack your bags we takin' a trip
The flight already booked we leave on the fifth
She got me sprung she turned me to a trick
You got me sprung I'm writin' love songs I just can't get enough
I tell her girl get out them clubs Them niggas ain't f*ckin' with us
And you keep talkin' bout a title What's the rush?
(Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
(Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
You know we young and turnt I'll buy you Van Cleef's a Chanel purse
I ask her what's her sign? She sayin' dollar sign not Cancer
She a freak up in the night But 'round her mama she got manners
Oh now you got some manners? I put you in Bottega that's romantic
We could f*ck up on the balcony you like the view of the Atlantic
You actin' naughty I still buy you gifts Like f*ck a Santa
What you want? I'll plan it Your wish is my command
She get on top and she gon' ride don't use no hands
I look her in her eyes she look so good I'm in a trance
F*ck me good you get designer I'll cop you all the latest trends
You can record it and rewind it you can show it to your friends
M Jay - van cleefs & chanel (feat. fonzorelli) Lyrics
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You got me sprung I'm writin' love songs
I just can't get enough I tell her girl get out them clubs
Them niggas ain't f*ckin' with us And you keep talkin' bout a title what's
The rush? (Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
You know we young and turnt I'll buy you Van Cleef's a Chanel purse
I ask her what's her sign She sayin' dollar sign not Cancer
She a freak up in the night But 'round her mama she got manners
Oh now you got some manners? I put you in Bottega that's romantic
We could f*ck up on the balcony you like the view of the Atlantic
You actin' naughty I still buy you gifts like f*ck a Santa
What you want I'll plan it Your wish is my command
She get on top and she gon' ride don't use no hands
I look her in her eyes she look so good I'm in a trance
F*ck me good you get designer I'll cop you all the latest trends
You can record it and rewind it You can show it to your friends
How you get in them pants? Baby I could rock your world if you give me a chance
I know you not the average girl I put you in a Benz
Baby I could fly you out to Paris France
She just got off her cycle she don't know Lance
Baby assume the position three-point stance
I put d*** in her gut while I'm holdin' her hand
But we don't need a title don't call me your man
Hit her she say this her d*** That p**** mine I love how it grip
That's how it drip Pack your bags we takin' a trip
The flight already booked we leave on the fifth
She got me sprung she turned me to a trick
You got me sprung I'm writin' love songs I just can't get enough
I tell her girl get out them clubs Them niggas ain't f*ckin' with us
And you keep talkin' bout a title What's the rush?
(Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
(Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
You know we young and turnt I'll buy you Van Cleef's a Chanel purse
I ask her what's her sign? She sayin' dollar sign not Cancer
She a freak up in the night But 'round her mama she got manners
Oh now you got some manners? I put you in Bottega that's romantic
We could f*ck up on the balcony you like the view of the Atlantic
You actin' naughty I still buy you gifts Like f*ck a Santa
What you want? I'll plan it Your wish is my command
She get on top and she gon' ride don't use no hands
I look her in her eyes she look so good I'm in a trance
F*ck me good you get designer I'll cop you all the latest trends
You can record it and rewind it you can show it to your friends
I just can't get enough I tell her girl get out them clubs
Them niggas ain't f*ckin' with us And you keep talkin' bout a title what's
The rush? (Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
You know we young and turnt I'll buy you Van Cleef's a Chanel purse
I ask her what's her sign She sayin' dollar sign not Cancer
She a freak up in the night But 'round her mama she got manners
Oh now you got some manners? I put you in Bottega that's romantic
We could f*ck up on the balcony you like the view of the Atlantic
You actin' naughty I still buy you gifts like f*ck a Santa
What you want I'll plan it Your wish is my command
She get on top and she gon' ride don't use no hands
I look her in her eyes she look so good I'm in a trance
F*ck me good you get designer I'll cop you all the latest trends
You can record it and rewind it You can show it to your friends
How you get in them pants? Baby I could rock your world if you give me a chance
I know you not the average girl I put you in a Benz
Baby I could fly you out to Paris France
She just got off her cycle she don't know Lance
Baby assume the position three-point stance
I put d*** in her gut while I'm holdin' her hand
But we don't need a title don't call me your man
Hit her she say this her d*** That p**** mine I love how it grip
That's how it drip Pack your bags we takin' a trip
The flight already booked we leave on the fifth
She got me sprung she turned me to a trick
You got me sprung I'm writin' love songs I just can't get enough
I tell her girl get out them clubs Them niggas ain't f*ckin' with us
And you keep talkin' bout a title What's the rush?
(Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
(Like what's the rush?) (Like what's the rush?)
You know we young and turnt I'll buy you Van Cleef's a Chanel purse
I ask her what's her sign? She sayin' dollar sign not Cancer
She a freak up in the night But 'round her mama she got manners
Oh now you got some manners? I put you in Bottega that's romantic
We could f*ck up on the balcony you like the view of the Atlantic
You actin' naughty I still buy you gifts Like f*ck a Santa
What you want? I'll plan it Your wish is my command
She get on top and she gon' ride don't use no hands
I look her in her eyes she look so good I'm in a trance
F*ck me good you get designer I'll cop you all the latest trends
You can record it and rewind it you can show it to your friends
Writer: not mjay
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid