They wan' try my wings
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
Nothing on my feet, connecting to the earth
Ain't give her a baby, but I f*cked her, she gave birth
These niggas my kids
These niggas my sons
She may need a bib
She ate me for lunch
And she made a mess
Make you change your dress
I think you know what's up
I hope you know what's next
They wan' try my wings
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
Take it off
We got sauce
Dripping in sexual energy
We got lost
You can't cross
I'm the boss
Off the ground
That's a loft
They wan' try my wings
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
Wings Video (MV)
Performed By: Manny Mercury
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Christopher McLeod, Cristian Ignacio
Manny Mercury - Wings Lyrics
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English
They wan' try my wings
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
Nothing on my feet, connecting to the earth
Ain't give her a baby, but I f*cked her, she gave birth
These niggas my kids
These niggas my sons
She may need a bib
She ate me for lunch
And she made a mess
Make you change your dress
I think you know what's up
I hope you know what's next
They wan' try my wings
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
Take it off
We got sauce
Dripping in sexual energy
We got lost
You can't cross
I'm the boss
Off the ground
That's a loft
They wan' try my wings
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
Nothing on my feet, connecting to the earth
Ain't give her a baby, but I f*cked her, she gave birth
These niggas my kids
These niggas my sons
She may need a bib
She ate me for lunch
And she made a mess
Make you change your dress
I think you know what's up
I hope you know what's next
They wan' try my wings
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
Take it off
We got sauce
Dripping in sexual energy
We got lost
You can't cross
I'm the boss
Off the ground
That's a loft
They wan' try my wings
They wan' fly with me
If she don't know what she want
Tell that girl to think
I been in my bag
Standing over the sink
Won't you look me in my eyes
And tell me what you think?
I got one, two, three bitches calling up my phone
Not a one on me 'cept for the one in my dome
I'a put you on
Hop on a song
Hop in a duffle
Hop on a lawn
Writer: Christopher McLeod, Cristian Ignacio
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid