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Do your thoughts call you birthday, or do they call you Bobby
Yeah, yeah, oh
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
Okay, she cockin
The way she poppin
The way she walk in the room and it just happen
Now that I moved on, them hoes would just cop it
Back to the hit, could a hit get me slappin
Ayy, put her in designer, now she gon' rock it
Almost lost my grip, almost lost it
Playin' with a spot, I wanna infiltrate her life
I wanna spend more than the night
Ayy, I'm crazy, babe
Hit her from the side when I'm feelin' lame
Ayy, how you gon' act like Patrick Swayze
I know you feel the same
I know you feel the same
Come on
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
First you pop the lock, and then you drop it
Mo' so pe co-co-mole, co wa gbe si oke
Girl, you on fire, call me Daddy Shokey
True story, I dey due for glory
You know you got to win, you can never worry
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure
So don't be discouraged
So I stay so
High hot high hot high hot high hot
Don't you worry baby
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina
She all on me like Mina