Prinston - Nominated

(Eh, eh) You deserve it
You deserve it (Eh)
Paper tags, I’m about a bag
Duffle bag,
(Yeah, uh, uh) Sama nominated
(Yeah, eh eh)
How does it feel yeah (Yeah)
Is it for real yeah (Yeah)
I don't normally do this, what you mean yeah (Yeah)
I been aiming at the bag steady
Busy running errands tryna get it
My life is pretty much a movie
Somebody’s baby momma tryna do me
When you bouncin’ it like two basketballs
I just get confused and say that's it yall
Messing up my cholesterol will probably leave you looking like a waterfall
Your teeth touch but your lips open
I won't lie boy that thang poking
Tell me what would you do (You do)
Tell me what would you do (Let’s go)
I don't drink but u making me thirsty (Thirsty)
You a bad girl Lord have mercy (Mercy)
Educated and you classy
I know you a freak and you nasty
What you know bout this (Bout this)
Pour the champagne on the wrist (The wrist)
My professions chasing paper (Aah, aah, aah)
That don’t mean I'm tryna date ya
Look at you
That ass Sama Nominated
What it do
Leave the haters frustrated
2 Fones, I'm about a bag
Few racks with some rubber bands
I wanna see you dance
Let me see you dance
Buss it
Buss it
Buss it, right
Buss it
Buss it
Buss it, left
Buss it down down
Buss it down down
Buss it down down
Buss it down down
I see the vibe’s looking right
I wanna get carried away for the night
Move closer for the boy one time (One time)
Alil’ closer for the boy one time (One time)
Do tricks, walah (Walah)
Bus it open piñata (Nyata)
Straight out the trenches with abit of style
You could never say I'm from the gutter (Gutter)
You don’t need a man but you got it
Independent pay your own bills you bout it (Okay)
Paper cuts, I can tell you can count it
Dead beat in your circle I doubt it
Hot girl but you ain’t stuck-up (Stuck-up)
Trying talk but you telling me shut up
Got your finger on my lips (Shhhhh)
While I'm grabbing your hips
Twerk fest you a winner
What's on the menu I'm tryna get dinner
You gotta forgive me cos I'm just a sinner
They copy my moves your boy is a printer (Your boy is a printer)
Got alot on you like a Cullinan (Cullinan)
No competition you killin’ em (Killen’ em)
Your eight figure
Body girls the party
All of your curves, I'm feelin’ em (Yeah)
Look at you
That ass Sama Nominated
What it do
Leave the haters frustrated
2 Fones, I'm about a bag
Few racks with some rubber bands
I wanna see you dance
Let me see you dance
Buss it
Buss it
Buss it, right
Buss it
Buss it
Buss it, left
Buss it down down
Buss it down down
Buss it down down
Buss it down down
Look at you
That ass Sama Nominated
What it do
Leave the haters frustrated
2 Fones, I'm about a bag
Few racks with some rubber bands
I wanna see you dance
Let me see you dance
2 Fones, I'm about a bag
Few racks with some rubber bands
I wanna see you dance
Let me see you dance

Written by:
Prince Zondo

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