Quay Dash
Shades On Top Down
[Verse 1]
Walk in the spot with my hand on my hip
And the music feel good when I dance, when I dip
Bitches wanna pop shit but they can't take a flick
Mad 'cause I look good, 'cause they can't take a chick
Handle your bitch— you the man, you the shit
You the same motherfucker who be jammin' your dick
In the next n***a booty with your hand on the tip
And you know it feel good when it land on your lip
Candle is lit, I'ma big bad witch
That'll fly through your town with a broom and a stick
The world wanna know who the truth, who the shit
Not a silly ass broad with her nose to a brick
Wanna know me? I'm the chick with the ice
Eat the cornbread, fried wings with the rice
Say my name once, you ain't gotta say it twice
Little black girl with the sugar and the spice
Everybody know I'm the shit on the mic
I could never really give a damn what you like
Fuck out up my face, n***a go and take a hike
Bitches can't rap so you know they wanna bite
Wack ass bars and you know they can't write
Talk mad shit but you know they can't fight
What you do in the dark, it'll come out in the light
It'll come out in the light!
[Hook]
You wanna ride in the V?
Shades on, top down, high as can be
New outfit look fly as a bee
I'ma keep it real boo, you as dry as the weed
(Dry as the weed)
You wanna ride in the V?
Shades on, top down, high as can be
New outfit look fly as a bee
I'ma keep it real boo, you as dry as the weed
(Dry as the weed)
You wanna ride in the V?
Shades on, top down, high as can be
New outfit look fly as a bee
I'ma keep it real boo, you as dry as the weed
(Dry as the weed)
You wanna ride in the V?
Shades on, top down, high as can be
New outfit look fly as a bee
I'ma keep it real boo, you as dry as the weed
(Dry as the weed)
[Verse 2]
I'ma keep it real boo you as dry as the weed
You a fail, you a flop, you a lie, you a ki
You a lame ass broad with a petty ass flow
You a motherfuckin' bitch, you know you a hoe
I don't care where you go, don't care how you look
I will never like a post or a pic on the book
See ya face in the streets, why ya ass look shook?
I'ma beast when it comes to a rhyme and a hook
[Bridge]
Still killing you softly
Ass poke out and my skin like coffee
Not Kelis but a chick so bossy
Popped your lip— what you gonna do softie? Uh
Just let me know when you on top (Top)
And I could bet you, you gon' pop (Pop)
(What?)
Just let me know when you on top (Top)
And I could bet you, you gon' pop (Pop)
(I'm)
Still killing you softly
Ass poke out and my skin like coffee
Not Kelis but a chick so bossy
Popped your lip— what you gonna do softie? Uh
Just let me know when you on top (Top)
And I could bet you, you gon' pop (Pop)
(What?)
Just let me know when you on top (Top)
And I could bet you, you gon' pop (Pop, pop)