Lyrics For Dress Shirt By Posnotthefather
INTRO]
I’m boutta fuck it up. Uhh yessir
She boutta throw it up. She tore up my dress shirt
I’m boutta fuck it up, you know I’ma bless her uhh yeah
I’m boutta fuck it up. Uhh yessir
She boutta throw it up. She tore up my dress shirt
I’m boutta fuck it up, you know I’ma bless her uhh yeah
[VERSE]
That pussy made for me
Stop & drop, get a taste, fill a lake for me
Never fake on me
& she got a place for me
On your job; working late, getting paid for me
Love it when you shake it, babe
You know it drive me crazy
Put it in the air & I’m a pilot, babe
Yeah you a fly lil baby
& you my lil babe
Link up in the morning, she gon’ ride till late
Tell me not to stop & I’ma andalay
Something buried deep & I’ma find it, babe
[BRIDGE *mumble]
Call me in the morn’ you know where this shit is goin
Pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
Call me in the morn’ you know where this shit is goin
Pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
Call me in the morn’ you know where this shit is goin
Pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
Call me in the morn’ you know where this shit is goin
Pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
I’m boutta fuck it up. Uhh yessir
She boutta throw it up. She tore up my dress shirt
I’m boutta fuck it up, you know I’ma bless her uhh yeah
I’m boutta fuck it up. Uhh yessir
She boutta throw it up. She tore up my dress shirt
I’m boutta fuck it up, you know I’ma bless her uhh yeah