Baby can you handle it
Baby can you handle it
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
Once in a lifetime just be real
Look uh
I need a rider girl
Not a designer girl
That's online rubbing clit for a clienteles
I like flying cells
She likes YSL
I ain't no Saint Laurent
Cover up my eye as well
I had this grown ting
Telling me she's freaky
Love Boastin
But her Cucci wet like Fiji
Southside Barbies like Gucci
Or CC ain't tryna be a Mitchie Booth
She ain't getting Jimmy Choo
True
Now its hitting five in the morning
She don't wanna f*ck with you, you boring
Turkish delight is what I'm calling
And she's liking all my style and that I'm balling
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Once in your life just be real
Just tell me how you feel
Baby tell me how you feel
For once in your life just be
Uh, yo, don't need a shy girl
I wanna call you my girl
She wants a thug
I can show you around in my world
She wants to lover man
Me I might just play that
Ring around the roses
When I'm done
You can take her back
Uh, mind now you step
Before you take my soul
Step, stepping out the Benz
Sipping sauvignon
Baking off cooling
Cause she know a nigga really on
YSL purse
I'ma put that pussy in a hearse
You know I'm choosy
F*cking with the boy
She blow the cannon in this movie
Champagne spray up on her coochie
Got her moving hella unruly
Next day she calling
Now she tell me she want Gucci (haha)
Now its hitting five in the morning
She don't wanna f*ck with you, you boring
Turkish delight is what I'm calling
And she's liking all my style and that I'm balling
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Once in your life just be real
Just tell me how you feel
Baby tell me how you feel
For once in your life just be
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Baby can you handle it
Baby can you handle it
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
Once in a lifetime just be real
Look uh
I need a rider girl
Not a designer girl
That's online rubbing clit for a clienteles
I like flying cells
She likes YSL
I ain't no Saint Laurent
Cover up my eye as well
I had this grown ting
Telling me she's freaky
Love Boastin
But her Cucci wet like Fiji
Southside Barbies like Gucci
Or CC ain't tryna be a Mitchie Booth
She ain't getting Jimmy Choo
True
Now its hitting five in the morning
She don't wanna f*ck with you, you boring
Turkish delight is what I'm calling
And she's liking all my style and that I'm balling
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Once in your life just be real
Just tell me how you feel
Baby tell me how you feel
For once in your life just be
Uh, yo, don't need a shy girl
I wanna call you my girl
She wants a thug
I can show you around in my world
She wants to lover man
Me I might just play that
Ring around the roses
When I'm done
You can take her back
Uh, mind now you step
Before you take my soul
Step, stepping out the Benz
Sipping sauvignon
Baking off cooling
Cause she know a nigga really on
YSL purse
I'ma put that pussy in a hearse
You know I'm choosy
F*cking with the boy
She blow the cannon in this movie
Champagne spray up on her coochie
Got her moving hella unruly
Next day she calling
Now she tell me she want Gucci (haha)
Now its hitting five in the morning
She don't wanna f*ck with you, you boring
Turkish delight is what I'm calling
And she's liking all my style and that I'm balling
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Once in your life just be real
Just tell me how you feel
Baby tell me how you feel
For once in your life just be
Baby can you handle it
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
Once in a lifetime just be real
Look uh
I need a rider girl
Not a designer girl
That's online rubbing clit for a clienteles
I like flying cells
She likes YSL
I ain't no Saint Laurent
Cover up my eye as well
I had this grown ting
Telling me she's freaky
Love Boastin
But her Cucci wet like Fiji
Southside Barbies like Gucci
Or CC ain't tryna be a Mitchie Booth
She ain't getting Jimmy Choo
True
Now its hitting five in the morning
She don't wanna f*ck with you, you boring
Turkish delight is what I'm calling
And she's liking all my style and that I'm balling
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Once in your life just be real
Just tell me how you feel
Baby tell me how you feel
For once in your life just be
Uh, yo, don't need a shy girl
I wanna call you my girl
She wants a thug
I can show you around in my world
She wants to lover man
Me I might just play that
Ring around the roses
When I'm done
You can take her back
Uh, mind now you step
Before you take my soul
Step, stepping out the Benz
Sipping sauvignon
Baking off cooling
Cause she know a nigga really on
YSL purse
I'ma put that pussy in a hearse
You know I'm choosy
F*cking with the boy
She blow the cannon in this movie
Champagne spray up on her coochie
Got her moving hella unruly
Next day she calling
Now she tell me she want Gucci (haha)
Now its hitting five in the morning
She don't wanna f*ck with you, you boring
Turkish delight is what I'm calling
And she's liking all my style and that I'm balling
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Baby can you handle it
This ain't no ordinary love
Let me show you how to roll with a tug
Tell me how you feel
Just tell me how you feel
Once in your life just be real
Just tell me how you feel
Baby tell me how you feel
For once in your life just be
Writer: Alexander Nunes
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music