Lyrics Tyra - Ye Ali

Tyra

Put me on the 'Gram, yeah, now you got a man, yeah
We ain’t low key
I just got us brand new matching Gucci Tracksuits
Shawty match me
I still see potential, ooh
Meet me at the Continental
Credit card for incidentals, ooh
Sign off
Would you mind if (Would you mind?)
We take it outside?
Just a little more private (A little more private)
Your body on ten and that face on Tyra (Face on Tyra)
Said that body on ten and that face on Tyra (Face on Tyra)
Baby, don’t hide it (Baby, don’t hide it)
Ali
When it come to style, I put her in Fendi
When it come to girls, I lost count, way too many
I been focused on the bag, I’m ignoring feelings
Opportunity keep knocking, I’m like, «Who is it?»
Back to back with these plaques, racks on these niggas
Use to shop on sales racks, these days it’s different
Took a shower with a model from Victoria Secret
Found it in a magazine, but it’s your tuition
See I never had a lot, but always had the vision
The last girl I dated won like three pageants
The one before that won like three Grammys, ha
Would you mind if (Would you mind?)
We take it outside?
Just a little more private (A little more private)
Your body on ten and that face on Tyra (Face on Tyra)
Said that body on ten and that face on Tyra (Face on Tyra)
Baby, don’t hide it (Baby, don’t hide it)
No