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Artiste : A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Titre : Girls Go Down
D  D  D  DJ FMCT
DJ Bandz, oh, man

She said it´s yours unless I call her
Finesse her, for sure, she nasty, for sure-for sure

My young niggas blitzin´, my opps went missin´
Way up, no ceilings, can´t have no feelings
When all the lights go out, my ice still hittin´
Before they took my style, my style was different
She throw that ass around, it twirl, it jiggle
When all the girls go down (Go down, stay down)

I pulled up in Louis V sandals, my hat is by Eric Emanuel
Do you know what I paid for these chains? Why would I mad if you stare at ´em?
We don´t do Murciélagos, never dress like a mannequin
Balenciaga cargo, stay in the cut like some bandages

I bought my bitches new ass and titties
He mad, keep pushin´, he reach, Steve Nash that nigga

Car keys to my city, they don´t get it
I´m a dog like "grr" from the X, my nigga, look

I pulled up in Louis V sandals, my hat is by Eric Emanuel (Huh?)
You know what I paid for these chains? Why would I mad if you stare at ´em? (Huh?)
We don´t do Murciélagos, I never dress like a mannequin (Mannequin)
Balenciaga cargos, be in the cut like we bandages (Bandages, huh?)

My city like a war zone and that´s why I stay on my savages
Side door, snuck in the club, brought the hammer in
Bust the pussy wide open, she told me I couldn´t handle it

Put it in her backbone, needed a little more stamina
I used to take a cab home, it was a little embarrassing
And now I got my racks up, I´ll turn your block to a charity
When you spin the block, don´t do it in front of the cameras
I´m like a walkin´ Lotto, three hundred K for appearances

She said "It´s yours," haha, I laughed
Of course, finesse, I called her, finesse her, for sure, for sure
My young niggas blitzin´, my opps went missin´
Way up, no ceilings, can´t have no feelings
Can´t have no ceilings, can´t have no feelings
Can´t have no ceilings, can´t have no feelings

Can´t have no ceilings, can´t have no feelings
Can´t have no ceilings, can´t have no feelings (When all the lights go out, my ice still hittin´)
Can´t have no ceilings, can´t have no feelings (Before they took my style, my style was different)
She throw that ass around, it twirl, it jiggle
She throw that ass around, go down, stay down