On Me - Jimi Tents

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So much ass, can’t fit in the cam

You a homebody, would’ve thought you had a man

I don’t like to leave the house if it ain’t about the bands

And that’s on me, that’s on me, that’s on me

Ayy

Go and sit that ass on me, dance on me, dance on me

Ayy

Runway killer with the walk, why you do that?

Lotta people tryna waste your time, why you bored?

If a nigga fucked up, know he dyin' to get you back

Oh well tell her homies head like a doo rag

Yeah, now way to the nigga

I learned the bitches tryna gt saved by a nigga

You better off tryna gt paid by a nigga

'Cause a lotta bitches out here gettin' played by a nigga, woah

Scroll past your picture on the 'Gram

So much ass, can’t fit in the cam

You a homebody, would’ve thought you had a man

I don’t like to leave the house if it ain’t about the bands

And that’s on me, that’s on me, that’s on me

Ayy

Go and sit that ass on me, dance on me, dance on me

Ayy

There’s a lotta niggas tricky, yes indeed

But I promise I can give you what you need

Dick and loyalty, to be honest I’ve been missin' for a week

Self-secluded, let’s get messin' on the beach, no submission it’s the key

She got a good vibe and her ass fat

The way she move it up and down like the Nasdaq

So if you ever bed my bitch, you better smash that

But don’t be surprised if she ask me to

Scroll past your picture on the 'Gram

So much ass, can’t fit in the cam

You a homebody, would’ve thought you had a man

I don’t like to leave the house if it ain’t about the bands

And that’s on me, that’s on me, that’s on me

Ayy

Go and sit that ass on me, dance on me, dance on me

Ayy