That’s You

Lyrics

[Chorus: Doe B] The baddest bitch up in the club right now, that's you Turning heads, catching eyes, ain't no looking past you With all these other hoes, I sware I'd be mad too The way you climbing up that pole, and how you make that ass move Sexy face, slim waist, long hair, tattoos Got me falling for your love, think I need a parachute Will you be my Sinderella? [?] glass shoes Baddest bitch up in the club right now, that's you [Verse 1: Doe B] I met this chick over in [?], said her name was Foxy Drive a Maserati, got a banging body The way she climbing up the pole, it's like she know karati She know I'm making profit, the way she pussy popping And stopping ain't an option, here, come take this money Look me in my eyes, girl, you should be a model Gotta be my main bitch, you can't be my side ho Some [?] my brain shit, shawty [?] [Chorus: Doe B] The baddest bitch up in the club right now, that's you Turning heads, catching eyes, ain't no looking past you With all these other hoes, I sware I'd be mad too The way you climbing up that pole, and how you make that ass move Sexy face, slim waist, long hair, tattoos Got me falling for your love, think I need a parachute Will you be my Sinderella? [?] glass shoes Baddest bitch up in the club right now, that's you [Verse 2: Doe B] I met this bitch over in [?], said her name was Jasmine Classy but she nasty, I love how she be [?] Oo and she so flexable, like she took gymnastics She sexy and she [?] eat her like she candy She snatch it and she grab it, beat it til I skeeted Then she catch it like she [?], she don't need no practice Damn that baby ratchet, but I can't lie, I love her The baddest bitch up in the club, can't put no ho above her [Chorus: Doe B] The baddest bitch up in the club right now, that's you Turning heads, catching eyes, ain't no looking past you With all these other hoes, I sware I'd be mad too The way you climbing up that pole, and how you make that ass move Sexy face, slim waist, long hair, tattoos Got me falling for your love, think I need a parachute Will you be my Sinderella? [?] glass shoes Baddest bitch up in the club right now, that's you [Verse 3: Verse Simmonds] I wonder if those ass shots, it don't really matter All I speak is moola, I don't need Rosetta I could fuck you better, hop into my Jaguar Fuck me in the backseat, na na na na Man, I got that smoke, all I need now is a light And you got a man, but you fucking me tonight And I don't usually do this, but it's double cup in sprite She say she don't usually do this, but we [?] [Chorus: Doe B] The baddest bitch up in the club right now, that's you Turning heads, catching eyes, ain't no looking past you With all these other hoes, I sware I'd be mad too The way you climbing up that pole, and how you make that ass move Sexy face, slim waist, long hair, tattoos Got me falling for your love, think I need a parachute Will you be my Sinderella? [?] glass shoes Baddest bitch up in the club right now, that's you