Teenage Bad Girl, Rye Rye - X Girl lyrics
[Teenage Bad Girl, Rye Rye - X Girl lyrics]
Yo, yo, yo (Ow)
Yeah, I had to flip this here
Back over, see some weird Prince on this
Por favor, I'm on some other type stuff
Tell me what it is, do the boys get tough?
'Cus y'all know I get 'em in line
Everyone shit on the Rye Rye time
And hittin up my coochies 'cus
I'm on my climb the Frenchies, uh
Have some chills up my spine
To-to-to-to-to-the dance
Get our hands up and meet
The chicks up France
And yeah I party down like ants in my pants
But people's gonna go there to find romance
If you cool, then chills, I might hang
But, you gotta buy a lot
Make the people go bang
You can do it, put your back into it
(My party goin' down, says fuck the music)
You are the sonsy girl in the town I love
(Ow) hi, this is party music
Make me wanna lounge in the party room and
Smoke, and get white boy wasted
Can't stop, hit one, down low
(Always smells good just to put on a show)
The center of attention, I blow
Like a big boss II go, I go
And then we sittin', count that cash
Cameras see us goin' and headin' in the back
But, you know that it's never goin' in so
Real hot pieces that match my swag
From rags to riches, and riches to rags
And, I'm chillin with
We're gonna go all out with the style
(Yo, yo) now I took a little trip to France
I took a little trip to dance
I ain't tryna find a new romance
I just took a little trip to dance
Yeah, I had to flip this here
Back over, see some weird Prince on this
Por favor, I'm on some other type stuff
Tell me what it is, do the boys get tough?
'Cus y'all know I get 'em in line
Everyone shit on the Rye Rye time
And hittin up my coochies 'cus
I'm on my climb the Frenchies, uh
Have some chills up my spine
To-to-to-to-to-the dance
Get our hands up and meet
The chicks up France
And yeah I party down like ants in my pants
But people's gonna go there to find romance
If you cool, then chills, I might hang
But, you gotta buy a lot
Make the people go bang
You can do it, put your back into it
(My party goin' down, says fuck the music)
You are the sonsy girl in the town I love
(Ow) hi, this is party music
Make me wanna lounge in the party room and
Smoke, and get white boy wasted
Can't stop, hit one, down low
(Always smells good just to put on a show)
The center of attention, I blow
Like a big boss II go, I go
And then we sittin', count that cash
Cameras see us goin' and headin' in the back
But, you know that it's never goin' in so
Real hot pieces that match my swag
From rags to riches, and riches to rags
And, I'm chillin with
We're gonna go all out with the style
(Yo, yo) now I took a little trip to France
I took a little trip to dance
I ain't tryna find a new romance
I just took a little trip to dance