Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Love It, artist - Chanel West Coast. Date of issue: 18.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
She Love It |
| The first time that you saw my brown eyes |
| I was in a six, mad high |
| You right then I was the one, one, one |
| The first time that you saw my brown eyes (she love it, she love it, |
| she love it, love it) |
| I was in a six, mad high (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it) |
| Ay, get her on the floor, get out a roll, roll |
| She love it, she love it, she love it, love it |
| Got a bunch of bitches but I fuck with her the most |
| 'Cause she love it, she love it, she love it, love it |
| Aight, aight |
| I ain’t never shy |
| On some vodka, bitch |
| Man, he got me open, busted |
| He my type of guy, he talk that shit |
| I’m his type of fly, ignitious bitch |
| Don’t get it twisted, I’m a business, stacking bread like rye |
| I be cappin' digits, can’t miss this, six shows out in Dubai |
| We stay livin' vicious, hittin' switches, toastin' to the life |
| Ain’t no buddy’s mistress, I’m a Mrs, married to my rhymes, ah |
| Now I’ma make 'em high, tropical |
| And I’ma stay on top, topical |
| He see me on TV, laughin' yo |
| Wanna be with me, |
| I’ma spend my stacks, racks on racks, no handouts from no busters |
| Always keep it classy, you bitches trashy, more rides than city buses |
| Got my eyes on you, yeah you the truth man, they should call you justice |
| If you want this boo, don’t tell your crew, dudes ain’t gon' discuss it |
| The first time that you saw my brown eyes |
| I was in a six, mad high |
| You right then I was the one, one, one |
| The first time that you saw my brown eyes (she love it, she love it, |
| she love it, love it) |
| I was in a six, mad high (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it) |
| Ay, get her on the floor, get out a roll, roll |
| She love it, she love it, she love it, love it |
| Got a bunch of bitches but I fuck with her the most |
| 'Cause she love it, she love it, she love it, love it |
| Aight, aight |
| I got expectations, pretty bitches waitin' |
| Chillin' in Californ-i-a we fornicatin' |
| Tell me, tell me what you want and how you want it |
| Ain’t no pussyfootin', bitch, I don’t get |
| Oh no, two-seater, don’t make me whip it solo |
| That pussy picture perfect, put that shit on photo |
| You the type to paint a dream like the Maybelline |
| I’m the type to play the field, you not a movie scene |
| Fresher, fresher, by that rapper’s so dapper |
| Blesses on blesses, here while I |
| The first time that you saw my brown eyes (she love it, she love it, |
| she love it, love it) |
| I was in a six, mad high (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it) |
| Ay, get her on the floor, get out a roll, roll |
| She love it, she love it, she love it, love it |
| Got a bunch of bitches but I fuck with her the most |
| 'Cause she love it, she love it, she love it, love it |
| Aight, aight |
| Yeah, West Coast, ha, I got that |