Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maria, artist - FYBDate of issue: 09.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Maria |
| Lemme take something |
| Lemme take something |
| Mister Smith |
| Maria, Maria |
| She remind me of my East Side Story |
| Maria, Maria |
| She’s living the life just like a movie star, woah, woah, hmm |
| She want the fame, she want the money |
| Bad lil' chick named Maria (hey) |
| Fine as hell you should’ve seen (woah, woah) |
| She was always wearin' designer clothes (hey) |
| Always with the finest hoes (hey) |
| She know the nigga’s working at the door (oh yeah) |
| She be fuckin' with the club promoters (ooh yeah) |
| Straight niggas spend a check on 'em (hey) |
| But a bitch put respect on him (hey, hey) |
| So I call myself (what?) |
| Yeah I’m fuckin' with Maria (hey) |
| And see heard she had the fire brain (yeah) |
| The type that’ll make you lose your man (yeah, hey, ay) |
| So I hit the door then we hit the bed (hmm) |
| It’s obvious I got some head (hmm) |
| She caught a young nigga at perfect timing (yeah) |
| She had some niggas run behind me, they tryna find me Trackin' me sleepin', you trippin', you know I stay ready (know I stay ready) |
| When I hit the club thirty minutes, she flex in my section (flex in my section) |
| She colder than my ice, she don’t care about love and affection (love and |
| affection) |
| Maria, Maria (Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| She remind me of my East Side Story (Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| Maria, Maria (Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| She’s living the life just like a movie star, woah, woah, hmm (Maria, Maria, |
| Maria) |
| She want the fame, she want the money (Maria, Maria) |
| Should’ve been knew (been knew) |
| But I and I really like her move |
| Shawty from the hood and I know that be some trouble |
| That’s the type of hoe with that crazy big brother |
| We fuckin' |
| Pull up to her spot and she let me hit one up Yeah I had the blessing (blessing), now we never stress (no stress) |
| Busy countin' money so I didn’t see the mess |
| Lil' shawty a freak and she ready (she ready) |
| She know I keep the wop in the confetti (yeah) |
| I let her face meet balls, no spaghetti (ugh) |
| She ride it in like a Lexus (skrr) |
| She ride it in, she be flexin' (flexin') |
| She pop her shit like a bar (bar) |
| She tryna take off with a star |
| Maria, Maria (Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| She remind me of my East Side Story (Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| Maria, Maria (Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| She’s living the life just like a movie star, woah, woah, hmm (Maria, Maria, |
| Maria) |
| She want the fame, she want the money (Maria, Maria) |
| Remember I met her on We came up from Papa’s to Papa Dogs |
| It ain’t shit on finer clothes |
| In love with the money, she know the code (yeah) |
| Take out them Secrets, don’t wear no clothes |
| Come and be quiet and lock the door |
| Chanel on her feet, you can check her toes (yeah) |
| You can spend a lil' money, I got some more |
| I got something to prove, baby you should know |
| She tryna fuck on a nigga right at show |
| And that bag it cost the most |
| She just rock it real good, she ain’t break a boast |
| I just gotta stay focused from coast to coast |
| And you know how we comin', man likes a toast |
| But I gotta stay humble and blow this dough |
| Maria, Maria (Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| She remind me of my East Side Story (Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| Maria, Maria (Maria, Maria, Maria) |
| She’s living the life just like a movie star, woah, woah, hmm (Maria, Maria, |
| Maria) |
| She want the fame, she want the money (Maria, Maria) |