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Donovan Cain - She on It (feat. Faded Mulah) Lyrics



Donovan Cain - She on It (feat. Faded Mulah) Lyrics




I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pooole
Yeah she own it
I knoooow
That she want it
I'm throooowing
All this money
Get loooow
And act a monkey

Hit k.o.d with the c.o.d smell the tree on me that gas
I typically be seen low key with a trio of freaks all bad
Swear to G.o.d promise we od'ed throwing 3 4 g's no cap
I mean negro please you know the steelo we was like the Negro league all black
Her heels bloody and her booty phat
Two songs she grossed alleast a louie bag
Had the Cubans draped over Medusa patch
Had my dusse spilling when that booty clap
She took me down to the private section
Then took it down to my private section
It look like she been getting private lessons
You know what happened, sorry I'm digressing
I got my blessing, so I blessed her back
She hit the pole I threw another rack
Then another rack, then another track
We she getting low, I don't know how to act
I love the life under strobe lights
She love the numbers from that pole life
You see the rolie got the glow bright
It's a chain reaction when the doe fly

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pooole
Yeah she own it
I knoooow
That she want it
I'm throooowing
All this money
Get loooow
And act a monkey

I f*cked her like 2 times
I ain't call her back she said i act my shoe size
They be acting like my actions are a true crime
Hit it from the back all i heard from her was ooooo i
I been throwing money stacks on stacks on stacks
I got ya girl on the pole Issa fact
That pussy poking i see that it's fat
I got the net and i know she a catch
Bring some more bottles we run it up
No turning down bitch we turning up
I got the tab so we run it up
You a bad bitch ya Betta hurry up
I'm not being greedy
I got cash i know you need it
Give me head just like luchimi
Wild out magic no hudini
You a book I'm trying to read it
I paid extra trying to see it
If you scary you can leave it
Get this money bet you need it

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pooole
Yeah she own it
I knoooow
That she want it
I'm throooowing
All this money
Get loooow
And act a monkey

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey
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I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pooole
Yeah she own it
I knoooow
That she want it
I'm throooowing
All this money
Get loooow
And act a monkey

Hit k.o.d with the c.o.d smell the tree on me that gas
I typically be seen low key with a trio of freaks all bad
Swear to G.o.d promise we od'ed throwing 3 4 g's no cap
I mean negro please you know the steelo we was like the Negro league all black
Her heels bloody and her booty phat
Two songs she grossed alleast a louie bag
Had the Cubans draped over Medusa patch
Had my dusse spilling when that booty clap
She took me down to the private section
Then took it down to my private section
It look like she been getting private lessons
You know what happened, sorry I'm digressing
I got my blessing, so I blessed her back
She hit the pole I threw another rack
Then another rack, then another track
We she getting low, I don't know how to act
I love the life under strobe lights
She love the numbers from that pole life
You see the rolie got the glow bright
It's a chain reaction when the doe fly

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pooole
Yeah she own it
I knoooow
That she want it
I'm throooowing
All this money
Get loooow
And act a monkey

I f*cked her like 2 times
I ain't call her back she said i act my shoe size
They be acting like my actions are a true crime
Hit it from the back all i heard from her was ooooo i
I been throwing money stacks on stacks on stacks
I got ya girl on the pole Issa fact
That pussy poking i see that it's fat
I got the net and i know she a catch
Bring some more bottles we run it up
No turning down bitch we turning up
I got the tab so we run it up
You a bad bitch ya Betta hurry up
I'm not being greedy
I got cash i know you need it
Give me head just like luchimi
Wild out magic no hudini
You a book I'm trying to read it
I paid extra trying to see it
If you scary you can leave it
Get this money bet you need it

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey

That pooole
Yeah she own it
I knoooow
That she want it
I'm throooowing
All this money
Get loooow
And act a monkey

That pole
Yeah she own it
I know
That she want it
I'm throwing
All this money
Get low
And act a monkey
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Writer: Dean Pearson, James Evans
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Donovan Cain
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Dean Pearson, James Evans

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