Dress Shirt lyrics

Men shut down when they hear my tingz

[Hook]
I’m boutta f*ck it up. Uhh yessir
She boutta throw it up. She tore up my dress shirt
I’m boutta f*ck it up, you know I’ma bless her uhh yeah
I’m boutta f*ck it up. Uhh yessir
She boutta throw it up. She tore up my dress shirt
I’m boutta f*ck it up, you know I’ma bless her uhh yeah

[VERSE]
That pus*y made for me
Stop & drop, get a taste, fill a lake for me
Never fake on me
& she got a place for me
On your job; working late, getting paid for me
Love it when you shake it, babe
You know it drive me crazy
Put it in the air & I’m a pilot, babe
Yeah you a fly lil baby
& you my lil babe
Link up in the morning, she gon’ ride till late
Tell me not to stop & I’ma andalay
Something buried deep & I’ma find it, babe

Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy shimmy ya
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy shimmy ya
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy shimmy ya
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy shimmy ya

[BRIDGE *mumble]
Call me in the morn’ you know where this sh*t is goin
Pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
Call me in the morn’ you know where this sh*t is goin
Pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
Call me in the morn’ you know where this sh*t is goin
Pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin
Call me in the morn’ you know where this sh*t is goin
Pull up on your own, shawty we can get it goin

[Hook]

I’m boutta f*ck it up. Uhh yessir
She boutta throw it up. She tore up my dress shirt
I’m boutta f*ck it up, you know I’ma bless her uhh yeah
I’m boutta f*ck it up. Uhh yessir
She boutta throw it up. She tore up my dress shirt
I’m boutta f*ck it up, you know I’ma bless her uhh yeah