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Don't Ya (feat. Lil K Round Jumpin') Video (MV)






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Baby girl don't ya don't ya Hmmmm Hmmmmmm
Baby girl don't ya don't ya don't Ya really miss it wit my hands When I rub on you
And I kiss an I hold you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on u
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How they went an turn they back On u
Baby girl don't ya don't ya don't Ya really miss it wit my hands When I rub on you
And I kiss an I hold you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on you
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How they went an turn they back On you

Like why u so far girl it's hard to Read your mind baby girl you a Dime a day yea
An when we out in public girl You know to keep it cool
Cause Them problems we gone Address em later
See Ian ever tripping over lies Peep the difference in the time Got no time to waste yea
We be at it, it be all night long
We be at it, it be all night long

She wanna f*ck n she wanna hop In the Benz
Ugh aye aye aye aye
Call up the homies they f*cking Her friends
Aye aye aye aye
Count up my money stack that to The end
Aye aye aye aye
Talking real grimey I'm spinning The bend
Aye aye aye aye
You run up on me you get pop Smoked
I'm riding round through my city Dodging pot holes
But never ops tho
I catch a op tho
I'm bending blocks and sending Shots but ain't no cop tho
Bitch imma run up imma hit em Wit that cal boy
Got two revolvers and Bandannas imma cowboy
You keep on talking I might Punch you in your mouth boy
I got that package i might really Send it out boy
Ugh
I cop that rari paint that rari
Loose off new Bacardi
I said I'm sorry I'm not sorry Bitch you tried to scar me
Calamari calamari I fried all
The ops
Got glock pop pop niggas Counting Guap

Raising the temp niggas thought I got cool wit em
When it hit the fan niggas act Brand new wit it
Went against the grain so you Know I can't fool wit em
Yeah I'm in the coupe, couped up Bish drooled on me
Shaking all that ass do ya dance Baby groove wit me
Half naked bitches on my line by The pool wit
Said that I'm the man baby tell Me sum new wit it ah ahhhhh

Don't ya don't ya don't Ya really Miss it wit my hands When I rub On you
And I kiss an I hold you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on you
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How they went an turn they back On you
Baby girl don't ya don't ya don't Ya really miss it wit my hands When I rub on you
And I kiss an I hold you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on you
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How they went an turn they back On you

We be at it, it be all night long
We be at it, it be all night long
F*ck
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Baby girl don't ya don't ya Hmmmm Hmmmmmm
Baby girl don't ya don't ya don't Ya really miss it wit my hands When I rub on you
And I kiss an I hold you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on u
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How they went an turn they back On u
Baby girl don't ya don't ya don't Ya really miss it wit my hands When I rub on you
And I kiss an I hold you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on you
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How they went an turn they back On you

Like why u so far girl it's hard to Read your mind baby girl you a Dime a day yea
An when we out in public girl You know to keep it cool
Cause Them problems we gone Address em later
See Ian ever tripping over lies Peep the difference in the time Got no time to waste yea
We be at it, it be all night long
We be at it, it be all night long

She wanna f*ck n she wanna hop In the Benz
Ugh aye aye aye aye
Call up the homies they f*cking Her friends
Aye aye aye aye
Count up my money stack that to The end
Aye aye aye aye
Talking real grimey I'm spinning The bend
Aye aye aye aye
You run up on me you get pop Smoked
I'm riding round through my city Dodging pot holes
But never ops tho
I catch a op tho
I'm bending blocks and sending Shots but ain't no cop tho
Bitch imma run up imma hit em Wit that cal boy
Got two revolvers and Bandannas imma cowboy
You keep on talking I might Punch you in your mouth boy
I got that package i might really Send it out boy
Ugh
I cop that rari paint that rari
Loose off new Bacardi
I said I'm sorry I'm not sorry Bitch you tried to scar me
Calamari calamari I fried all
The ops
Got glock pop pop niggas Counting Guap

Raising the temp niggas thought I got cool wit em
When it hit the fan niggas act Brand new wit it
Went against the grain so you Know I can't fool wit em
Yeah I'm in the coupe, couped up Bish drooled on me
Shaking all that ass do ya dance Baby groove wit me
Half naked bitches on my line by The pool wit
Said that I'm the man baby tell Me sum new wit it ah ahhhhh

Don't ya don't ya don't Ya really Miss it wit my hands When I rub On you
And I kiss an I hold you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on you
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How they went an turn they back On you
Baby girl don't ya don't ya don't Ya really miss it wit my hands When I rub on you
And I kiss an I hold you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on you
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How they went an turn they back On you

We be at it, it be all night long
We be at it, it be all night long
F*ck
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Writer: Khami Tate, Nathaniel Bowe
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