Channel: Mike Darole

Category: Music

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Description: DLlink itunes.apple.com/us/album/hello-feat-rj-compton-av-single/1203568023 instagram.com/mikedarole (Hook) Damnnn girl that booty look proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl hello That booty talkin' to me Girl hello Damnnn girl, that ass look proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl hello That booty talkin' to me Girl hello [Verse 1: Mike Darole] That booty talkin' to me Imma talk back She a ten in the face And that body goddamn (goddam) Yeah I got it on demand now Let me see you go and do it for that bag now Back it, back it up girl reverse damn You a pro, you ain't even need to rehearse Make 'em all look twice when they see her I'm finna pull up in that thang like skeet skirt I go hard bitch you too soft I do it proper with the roof off Get your man he a goofball I'm too sauce dipped in butter wit it If you got it from your momma then your mom could get it Ayy, earthquake make it vibrate We could make a movie yeah that's Lionsgate I ain't got time baby why wait Said I ain't got time throw it my way, like... Damnnn girl that booty look proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl hello That booty talkin' to me Girl hello Damnnn girl, that ass look proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl hello That booty talkin' to me Girl hello [Verse 2: RJ] Day-ya-ya-ya-yaum girl hello Ooh la la la, Carmelo Talkin' to me fresh up out the Dream, Falsetto Don't worry bout them bitches in your ear, that's the devil Slappin on your box, you's a booty pill popper Word around, momma was a, grandma was a poppa If the apple fall fall from the tree, that's cider If I ever met a woman like me, me either Okay, okay on me Rotate, that way on me Heard you don't do it but we gon' see Mr. LA I'm a street code g I can tell the future lookin' at behind you You's a kama sutra talking to her proper and you got it from your momma like a hand me down I get inside ya, learn my way around, RJ (Hook) Damnnn girl that booty look proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl hello That booty talkin' to me Girl hello Damnnn girl, that ass look proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl hello That booty talkin' to me Girl hello [Verse 3: Compton AV] It don't get no colder than us three Every time a nigga have a show, the hoes rushed me They saying I'm the nigga from the city, I must be If Meco don't trust you, I'mma shoot, you could trust me And I'm right back crackin' like a chiro [?] If I film myself fuckin' your bitch imma go viral Blowin' money fast like a nigga hit the lotto Get money, fuck bitches nigga, same old motto Nigga, who dat? Nigga, nigga who dat? Pull up in that foreign all black with the roof back Nigga put 6's on the Phantom, how you do that? 'Cause nigga I'm that nigga my nigga, I thought you knew that I be touchin' money like a ca-shier Bitch throw that ass back and bring that ass here Now drop it to the floor and make it wiggle like jello Now bitch take my dick out my pants and say hello (Hook) Damnnn girl that booty look proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl hello That booty talkin' to me Girl hello Damnnn girl, that ass look proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl hello That booty talkin' to me Girl hello