Rosetta - Anita! (pamela prod by. ezra!) lyrics

[Rosetta - Anita! pamela prod by. ezra! lyrics]

Lemme remix dis! Anita! (nita)
I see ya (see ya) on me she seem so free
(Curves on her waist, holy)
Beautifo (moly) Booty
Girl please lemme come freak ya

I need a couple suit's
We need to become a couple soon
You know you more den cute
I need to hollah ya girl wuss yo mornin cue
Girl wuss yo favorite food
Su comida favorita, boo
Lil mama how you move, I see you learkin
Look like you allergic to hoe niggas-
Good thing my bowl bigga
And you thicca den these
Bitches, ol fishes in dah ocean
And i'm swimmin in a real rappid motion
(While i'm rappin it's gettin emotional)
Heres my jacket if it's gеttin
To cold innis bih
Girl, i can bet you is so delicious
Get you all warm as if i was a chеf
Girl i would love to be as poppin
And i can imagine you lovin it
And i been really tryin to be less tired
And less tied
But the prollum is alot uh niggas
Is insecure, i'm not a lonely hoe
Can you switch yo gurr, come love Chico
Let go of the stick shift
Girl i'm on my slick shit
Boo, you already know, wait

Lemme remix dis! Anita! (nita)
I see ya (see ya) on me she seem so free
(Curves on her waist, holy)
Beautifo (moly) Booty
Girl please lemme come freak ya

Ding! let dah door bell ring as we ying
Yangin to dah flow! (ah ow) flow! (ah ow)
Ch-ch ching! changin from dah cheap bling
To dah diamond rings, you so cold (ah ow)
Cold (ah ow, ah)

Don't got no time for dah deep fakes
I go around just doin me, les fuck around
Girl may we go to dah lounge, we can lip lock
We can mess around til the sun is up
Maybe then we can meet at your address
We can have a fest
Why all deez niggas just care bout yo breast
Instead of wuss in yo chest?
She say dat she fuckin wit dah instrumental
(chest) rosetta is a real interestin fellow
So mellow but still hype and wit dah shit
Hyper wit no spliff, he should a medal
The middle of the shift i'll make a motto
My dowg i'm hangin wit just won dah lotto
Alot of hoes is posing, poisoned pillows
Pourin
Potent, pig out, 'Matter what ya pick out

(Woooo) fascinated by all dah ways you
Seem to shift and grow yo taste
(Now i ain't nevah met a girl like
You, but lets jump in dah coupe, Baby)
Got ecstatic love
Don't let deez incels come and milk yo brain

I'm innis bih like a fuckin lama
She askin me "¿Cómo te llamas?"
I say "It's Rosé or call me father
Girl took it farther"
She givin me angry eyes
Wah-i do? her shit's like some snipers
How i tell her that i like her, like her
Like her

P-A-M-E-L a-N-I T-A
Dayum, girl i'm amazed p-A-M-E-L
A-N-I T-A dayum, i love yo taste
P-A-M-E-L a-N-I T-A
Dayum, i love yo taste p-A-M-E-L
A-N-I T-A dayum, i'm ama-a-a-a-a-azed
Ring ring
Ring gimme a
Ring ring
Ring dah ring
Ring ring
(Now hold on LT)

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