Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Find You, artist - Plies.
Date of issue: 18.05.2015
Song language: English
Find You |
Hey you know I have been to a lot of places seen a lot of thing |
(What's that what’s that) |
But for real for real I been trying to find a role |
I can’t wait for you |
I’m just trying to find you |
But I can’t lie |
I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 |
Love them girls from that 305, 305 |
I’m just trying to find you |
I done seen some pretty ones that came from the North |
I done seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West |
I done seen some bad ones that came from the East |
But I can’t lie |
I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 |
Love them girls from that 305, 305 |
Cute, fine, and clean (Woo!), that’ll get ya raw |
Pound ya from the back, that’ll get ya off |
You gotta snapper, Baby, you good, don’t care about your flaws |
If I ask you to turn up in the car, please don’t tell me naw |
Ain’t no peons on this end, I love your expensive taste |
Love how you rock that little black dress with nothing else underneath |
If I had to explain you in one word, it would be everything |
They ever ask me about your goods, I’ll tell them off the chain |
You ain’t a dime or a quarter, you badder than that |
You ain’t a flag or a faker, you realer than that |
Love to see them sun rays hittin' you off the beach |
That pretty skin and your hair (Woo!) |
It do something to me |
I’m just trying to find you |
But I can’t lie |
I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 |
Love them girls from that 305, 305 |
I’m just trying to find you |
I done seen some pretty ones that came from the North |
I done seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West |
I done seen some bad ones that came from the East |
But I can’t lie |
I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 |
Love them girls from that 305, 305 |
I still don’t mind, nibblin' on me a Georgia Peach |
Or running down an at the DMV |
Went to the West Coast and damn it then he come back |
NYC they got them dimes, about to bottom that |
Infatuated with your style, love your dress game |
How you talk and how you grind, that shit everything |
Want that one that talking funny, I’ll take one of those |
I like mine a little ratchet, keep that on the low |
If I left it in Blue York, would you tell on me? |
You got that water |
Get up out ya, can’t even smell it on me |
Shoe game, bag game, your shit on fleek |
Any club any night, that shit on me |
I done seen some pretty ones that came from the North |
I done seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West |
I done seen some bad ones that came from the East |
But I can’t lie |
I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 |
Love them girls from that 305, 305 |
Too many bitches, 305, 9 5 4 7 8 sixes |
Sex on the beach, sand on our feet |
She speak spanish, all I understand is papi |
I got an Aventura bitch with an attitude |
I got her Opa-locka a bitch, you know she a groom |
I got a south beach bitch with a sun tan |
She say no matter what she still a LeBron fan |
The balcony Versace mansion, watch the traffic move |
I’m watchin' bitches dance with nothin' on but dancin' shoes |
I got a California girl, they call me all the time |
I said I’m in the 305, she said boy bye |
Tunechi! |