TiRon I feel spoiled Oil of Olay take note cause my lady so dope And normally I don't say this But a Mercedes is just a bucket, fuck it Madonna is just a painting In comparison to these other bitches it's embarrassing, ain't it? Hating in they label shit label shit Hoping if they rock it, they'll get a fifth of your foxy If I seen an angel she'll look like, act like, talk like, walk like, you Can I maybe get a photo for my scrapbook, macbook, desktop, yes I do. You imperfectly perfect you, could've fooled me Got me checking my cool, if I'd had known shit I'd have made you a cake My mistake, probably edamame your body looks great mama Ain't a thing I would change on you Oh you
Chorus (Iman Omari) It's not what you're wearing You don't need nothing extra about you, babe You don't have to question You know you got it You know you got it You know you got it You know you got it
Ayomari Whoa, the smile on your face The smile on your face can make the sun jealous As well as your figure eight's... A felony in your state, better… Than a magazine can tell you that you are Yea yea, you deserve an hour with your feet up Sipping Mai Tai's besides the pool Besides you're cool, gone put those feet up Gone head, don't fret, long as, I got your bad-ack, it don't matter Yea, idea.. How bout we go to Montego, then go to Monte Negro Then get chicken on Pico You fancy my formalities then allow me to continue You astound me, you're wowing me, you're alchemy, a mural Fuck it you're just dope, sucker for those pumps I'mma little cuckoo but shoot you're beautiful boo Ay
Chorus (Iman Omari) It's not what you're wearing You don't need nothing extra about you, babe You don't have to question You know you got it You know you got it You know you got it You know you got it