Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ladies Hit Squad , by - Skepta. Release date: 05.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ladies Hit Squad |
| Girl I pull up to your city with them racks out |
| You know how I do it, shows be packed out |
| All them girls, they’re pretty, they gon' twerk for me |
| Nasty baby, please put out that work for me |
| Now I noticed a couple niggas got my swag, swag |
| They done stole my swag, swag |
| They can have that swag, swag |
| Because Flacko Jodye done told me let them have that |
| I don’t want that back |
| I don’t want that back |
| Budubupbup |
| It’s me, me (re, re) |
| She wants to be with me, me (re, re) |
| Every day she’s thinking 'bout me, me (re, re) |
| She never met nobody like me, me (re, re) |
| It’s ooh |
| I wanna know what’s on the agenda |
| Keep it real, don’t be a pretender |
| This is my show, I’m the presenter |
| Time is money, I’m a big spender |
| We can have a mad one, we can have a bender |
| Order what you want from the bartender |
| Come back to mine and all be splender |
| I’ll give you a night to remember |
| Let’s get the bed rockin' |
| Undo the stocking from the suspender |
| The legs are so soft and tender |
| Tonight you can be my contender |
| I want 'em in the mix and I wanna blender |
| To another world, I wanna send her |
| Over the bath, I wanna bend her |
| Give her the cockney like an EastEnder |
| Girl I pull up to your city with them racks out |
| You know how I do it, shows be packed out |
| All them girls, they’re pretty, they gon' twerk for me |
| Nasty baby, please put out that work for me |
| Now I noticed a couple niggas got my swag, swag |
| They done stole my swag, swag |
| They can have that swag, swag |
| Because Flacko Jodye done told me let them have that |
| I don’t want that back |
| I don’t want that back |
| I’m gonna hit the G-spot when I get the jeans off |
| Press on the gas and then I ease off |
| Kiss on your neck, there you go, he’s off |
| Back so big, look like your jeans shrunk in the wash |
| And we don’t really need Netflix, I’mma give you something to watch |
| After we done, bill a spliff and cotch |
| Pour me a glass of the Henny on the rocks |
| And get ready for round two |
| Cause any time we not boosting you know we knock twice |
| So lucky I found you girl |
| You were looking way too cold in your Reebok Ice |
| Saw your girlfriend, you don’t need advice |
| Always in your ear like, «He's not nice» |
| She’s just upset cause she got juiced in the bunk bed |
| And you know, she’s not wife |
| See me with the street goons on the ends |
| Next day I’m in the GQ Top 10 |
| Tracksuit Mafia, the best dressed men |
| Linked us, now she don’t wanna link them man again |
| Your ex plays in the Prem but you never see him taking a pen |
| Cause if you can’t hit the G-spot when it comes to the spot kicks |
| Manna gotta wait on the bench |
| Girl I pull up to your city with them racks out |
| You know how I do it, shows be packed out |
| All them girls, they’re pretty, they gon' twerk for me |
| Nasty baby, please put out that work for me |
| Now I noticed a couple niggas got my swag, swag |
| Yeah, they stole my swag, swag |
| They can have that swag, swag |
| Because Flacko Jodye done told me let them have that |
| I don’t want that back |
| I don’t want that back |
| Girl I pull up to your city with them racks out |
| You know how I do it, shows be packed out |
| All them girls, they’re pretty, they gon' twerk for me |
| Nasty baby, please put out that work for me |
| Now I noticed a couple niggas got my swag, swag |
| Yeah, they stole my swag, swag |
| They can have that swag, swag |
| Because Flacko Jodye done told me let them have that |
| I don’t want that back |
| I don’t want that back |