On Me

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So much ass, can’t fit in the cam
You a homebody, would’ve thought you had a man
I don’t like to leave the house if it ain’t about the bands
And that’s on me, that’s on me, that’s on me
Ayy
Go and sit that ass on me, dance on me, dance on me
Ayy
Runway killer with the walk, why you do that?
Lotta people tryna waste your time, why you bored?
If a nigga fucked up, know he dyin' to get you back
Oh well tell her homies head like a doo rag
Yeah, now way to the nigga
I learned the bitches tryna gt saved by a nigga
You better off tryna gt paid by a nigga
'Cause a lotta bitches out here gettin' played by a nigga, woah
Scroll past your picture on the 'Gram
So much ass, can’t fit in the cam
You a homebody, would’ve thought you had a man
I don’t like to leave the house if it ain’t about the bands
And that’s on me, that’s on me, that’s on me
Ayy
Go and sit that ass on me, dance on me, dance on me
Ayy
There’s a lotta niggas tricky, yes indeed
But I promise I can give you what you need
Dick and loyalty, to be honest I’ve been missin' for a week
Self-secluded, let’s get messin' on the beach, no submission it’s the key
She got a good vibe and her ass fat
The way she move it up and down like the Nasdaq
So if you ever bed my bitch, you better smash that
But don’t be surprised if she ask me to
Scroll past your picture on the 'Gram
So much ass, can’t fit in the cam
You a homebody, would’ve thought you had a man
I don’t like to leave the house if it ain’t about the bands
And that’s on me, that’s on me, that’s on me
Ayy
Go and sit that ass on me, dance on me, dance on me
Ayy