[Brian O’Shea]
C7 shit
[Hook: Cosmo]
No she don’t, yes she do, pockets full of blue
On the streets, dress on fleek, that’s my baby boo
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
[Verse 1: Jay Gwin]
No she don’t, (nah)
Yes she do (yeah)
I got two (two)
How ‘bout you? (bitch)
Money blue (money)
I can move (come on)
Purple shirt, yellow shoe (Kobe)
No she don’t (nah)
Yes she do (yeah)
She give head (top)
In the coupe (whip)
Good in bed (yeah)
Fuck ‘til two (ha, ha)
Shawty got me in thе mood (gang)
No she don’t but yes she do I likе it when you bust a move (when you bust a move)
No she don’t but yes she do we gettin’ busy in the room (busy in the room)
No she don’t but yes she do I know she gonna like my tune (she gonna like my tune)
No she don’t but yes she do (what?)
Yes she do
[Hook: Cosmo]
No she don’t, yes she do, pockets full of blue
On the streets, dress on fleek, that’s my baby boo
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
[Verse 2: Cosmo]
No she don't, yes she do
Bring it back, make it clap
I got dreams of that ass
Bounce it up for this cash, yuh
Shawty don't waste time, she from the bay side
She don't catch feelin’s so dont even waste lines
Only care about me and mines
She from the back streets
Killer mentality all in the rap sheet
I catch the pass deep
Throwin’ it back like she her own athlete
I got my racks up, homie please back up
Feedin’ the fire, you know can't pass us
Boy you get lapped up, tell ‘em it's too tough
[Verse 3: Brian O'Shea]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too tough, and we bringin’ the new us
And we got new stuff, got shootas
Ain’t nobody can ruin us
Is you gon’ do some’ or move up out the way?
Please slide, get the fuck out me face
We slide, pullin’ up, catch a fade
East side, east side, east side
East side, and we duckin’ the peace sign
They pussy, they feline, come and see mine
Know they hidin’ but we find ‘em under the streetlight
Gotta remind ‘em
Gotta leave ‘em in the behind, gotta go
She a freak, she don't know
Yeah she do, no she don't, yeah
[Hook: Cosmo]
No she don’t, yes she do, pockets full of blue
On the streets, dress on fleek, that’s my baby boo
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
C7 shit
[Hook: Cosmo]
No she don’t, yes she do, pockets full of blue
On the streets, dress on fleek, that’s my baby boo
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
[Verse 1: Jay Gwin]
No she don’t, (nah)
Yes she do (yeah)
I got two (two)
How ‘bout you? (bitch)
Money blue (money)
I can move (come on)
Purple shirt, yellow shoe (Kobe)
No she don’t (nah)
Yes she do (yeah)
She give head (top)
In the coupe (whip)
Good in bed (yeah)
Fuck ‘til two (ha, ha)
Shawty got me in thе mood (gang)
No she don’t but yes she do I likе it when you bust a move (when you bust a move)
No she don’t but yes she do we gettin’ busy in the room (busy in the room)
No she don’t but yes she do I know she gonna like my tune (she gonna like my tune)
No she don’t but yes she do (what?)
Yes she do
[Hook: Cosmo]
No she don’t, yes she do, pockets full of blue
On the streets, dress on fleek, that’s my baby boo
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
[Verse 2: Cosmo]
No she don't, yes she do
Bring it back, make it clap
I got dreams of that ass
Bounce it up for this cash, yuh
Shawty don't waste time, she from the bay side
She don't catch feelin’s so dont even waste lines
Only care about me and mines
She from the back streets
Killer mentality all in the rap sheet
I catch the pass deep
Throwin’ it back like she her own athlete
I got my racks up, homie please back up
Feedin’ the fire, you know can't pass us
Boy you get lapped up, tell ‘em it's too tough
[Verse 3: Brian O'Shea]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too tough, and we bringin’ the new us
And we got new stuff, got shootas
Ain’t nobody can ruin us
Is you gon’ do some’ or move up out the way?
Please slide, get the fuck out me face
We slide, pullin’ up, catch a fade
East side, east side, east side
East side, and we duckin’ the peace sign
They pussy, they feline, come and see mine
Know they hidin’ but we find ‘em under the streetlight
Gotta remind ‘em
Gotta leave ‘em in the behind, gotta go
She a freak, she don't know
Yeah she do, no she don't, yeah
[Hook: Cosmo]
No she don’t, yes she do, pockets full of blue
On the streets, dress on fleek, that’s my baby boo
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
No she don’t, yes she do, yes she do
( C7 (US) )
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