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wow eli - On Demand (feat. Dzh) Lyrics



wow eli - On Demand (feat. Dzh) Lyrics




(Ayy youngjordan)

Wow eli, wow eli
Woo!

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

Give me just a second, I been taking all the time I really need
Give me just a second, I'ma take some time to breathe
All of my emotions always seem to take the lead
Had to tell 'em "F*ck 'em" just so they would f*cking leave

Why you had to swap swap?
Thought you down for me
Eli 'bout to pop pop
Turn into a fiend
I just want a drop top
Bentley or a Benz
Take a beat and chop chop
Feel like Jackie Chan

Never gonna stop 'till my heart is ripped apart from me
You on my block, boy, you know you should depart from me
You talk a lot, but I still don' got a lot to see
You look a mess, tell ya you don't wanna mess with me

Thought I was a joke, lil' jit had a mishap
Every human being got a ass, never kiss that
Catch another flow by the toe then it's tic tac
Dancing 'round my demons, that's the way I like to tip tap

Ain't no time for looking back
Only moving up (Yaya)
I got days where I slack
And it's looking tough (That's facts)
All y'all niggas love to act
Y'all be moving sus (Z)
Now it's back, I'm in my bag
Ain't no letting up

Black Super Saiyan for the trophy
Don't act like you really know me
I always wonder for my bread
So, sucka, pay me what you owe me
Need my pockets to be obese
They see me then call the police
And we see through the faking
So, give the store back your rollie

Three jobs, two sisters, I got one God (Brrr)
My patience ain't amazing, but I won't stop
I'm the type to rob a Wells Fargo for their benjamins
And then say, "thank you very much," just to show you niggas etiquette
Yaya

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

Tell you something
Mi amor, I'm only wylin' out with you
Babygirl just let me know then what's the move
Think I got the baddest hopping in the coupe
I don't mean to brag, but what else should I do
Ayy

I just think I really need to know
Who be thinking they can step to me and really throw
Which of y'all gon be the real and who gon' be the clones
Ain't nobody really talk to me, I'm all alone

I just need to get my head straight, and that's facts
Whenever I'm with shorty, know I put it on max
She hit me up to slide, we get the link, and that's that
She got me on demand like Comcast

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

(Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand)
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(Ayy youngjordan)

Wow eli, wow eli
Woo!

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

Give me just a second, I been taking all the time I really need
Give me just a second, I'ma take some time to breathe
All of my emotions always seem to take the lead
Had to tell 'em "F*ck 'em" just so they would f*cking leave

Why you had to swap swap?
Thought you down for me
Eli 'bout to pop pop
Turn into a fiend
I just want a drop top
Bentley or a Benz
Take a beat and chop chop
Feel like Jackie Chan

Never gonna stop 'till my heart is ripped apart from me
You on my block, boy, you know you should depart from me
You talk a lot, but I still don' got a lot to see
You look a mess, tell ya you don't wanna mess with me

Thought I was a joke, lil' jit had a mishap
Every human being got a ass, never kiss that
Catch another flow by the toe then it's tic tac
Dancing 'round my demons, that's the way I like to tip tap

Ain't no time for looking back
Only moving up (Yaya)
I got days where I slack
And it's looking tough (That's facts)
All y'all niggas love to act
Y'all be moving sus (Z)
Now it's back, I'm in my bag
Ain't no letting up

Black Super Saiyan for the trophy
Don't act like you really know me
I always wonder for my bread
So, sucka, pay me what you owe me
Need my pockets to be obese
They see me then call the police
And we see through the faking
So, give the store back your rollie

Three jobs, two sisters, I got one God (Brrr)
My patience ain't amazing, but I won't stop
I'm the type to rob a Wells Fargo for their benjamins
And then say, "thank you very much," just to show you niggas etiquette
Yaya

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

Tell you something
Mi amor, I'm only wylin' out with you
Babygirl just let me know then what's the move
Think I got the baddest hopping in the coupe
I don't mean to brag, but what else should I do
Ayy

I just think I really need to know
Who be thinking they can step to me and really throw
Which of y'all gon be the real and who gon' be the clones
Ain't nobody really talk to me, I'm all alone

I just need to get my head straight, and that's facts
Whenever I'm with shorty, know I put it on max
She hit me up to slide, we get the link, and that's that
She got me on demand like Comcast

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand

(Shawty taught a man how to
Dance
Might just get a youngin out his
Pants
Might just make a youngin cop a
Band
Mama got my number on de-mand)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Dante Henry, Elijah Lambright
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Dante Henry, Elijah Lambright

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