Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song YoureAFiendGirl , by - Dot Dot Curve. Release date: 28.02.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
YoureAFiendGirl |
| Ay yo its dapl with |
| Dot dot curve |
| Its ya boy jay spizzy with |
| Dropping a popped locket |
| Its ya boy slick ross with |
| Dropping a popped locket |
| It’s dropping a popped locket with |
| Dot dot curve |
| Got you so addicted |
| If you want dis you gotta give me dat |
| You know I pop bottles why you pop dat ass |
| Got you so addicted |
| You call me every chance you get, like I’m some kinda hot line, |
| Cuz you want some of my time friending |
| I know you want it girl, and based on your attitude, |
| Soon be having you screaming |
| I attract the worst types of girls check this out… |
| Tell me how a girl could be more pimp than a guy ever could, sorry jack, |
| But it’s lumberjill and shes only after your wood, why can’t we talk, |
| Is what you see in me what I put in you? |
| Can’t look at you when we…(fuck) |
| I know you want it girl, I know you want it, |
| You’re addicted to me like I’m a fucking narcotic, |
| My own personal waitress like a pop pop serve, |
| I put a smile on your face like a dot dot curve. |
| Trifling bitch, you’ll never be companion boo. |
| Slippin on your words as if your in banana shoes, |
| You have to want me for more than my body, why cant we talk |
| Hmm I know You want my dick-sickle |
| I’m goin to give it to you fo shizzle |
| Just by the way you wiggle |
| Wiggle wiggle wiggle dat rump |
| Jiggle it jiggle it |
| Ja jiggle it |
| You like my freaky look |
| I can tell by the way I got you hooked |
| Shur shur bring it over hurr |
| BRING IT OVA BRING IT OVA |
| I do it like victoria secret |
| Her secret is when you wear dos panties |
| That’s the last time you ever get dis SLUT |
| We rockin it top notch, our tracks drop hot, serve, |
| Its dropping a popped locket with dot dot curve |
| Admit it girl, we’re your addiction, so come refill your prescription, |
| Don’t delay on your decision, to come by and get to winning, |
| You treat it like a prize girl, i see it in your eyes, |
| That you been fiending for mine to be in between your thighs, |
| You don’t have to say a word cuz your hips do all the talking |
| And you’re speaking my language wenever you’re walkin, |
| Imma pop a bottle we can start this off, girls lets get it on, |
| Enough with all the shit talk, Imma hit it so hard you’ll think i ripped your |
| tits off, |
| Your mans outside and he can hear you screaming «slick ross» |