TiRon, Ayomari, SiR - No Filter lyrics
[TiRon, Ayomari, SiR - No Filter lyrics]
See, I'm in LA, and she from LA
I'm from the West
She was born round the Bayou
Beautiful too y'all, she's such a knock out
You gotta hear her talk
It's sort of kind of cute
Quarter French, half Black
Quarter water cute, ooh
The girl that make you wanna get a suit, ooh
You know the type your momma might like
The kind you might write
A couple of poems about under a nightlight
But she in LA, and that's a long way
Away from Louisiana, Bama living
Cameras giving her chills of being popping
Hopping on top of couch cushion, shopping
Buying whatever got you looking, look it
Look it rubbing elbows among the crooked
One pill, two pill took it
Three pill, four pill took it
Now she licking on her
BFF because they're looking
Well fuck it, long as they looking, she gon'
Do what she, do what she
Do what she wanna do
As long as she look, good, good!
Smile for the camera baby, get down
Post it up, post it up, for him
Post it up, post it up, for him
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
I noticed you noticing me noticing you, ooh
I'm digging your style, your smile, u-n-i que
Got one nose, two ears
An upper lip and piercings for each
Uh, how she do it? When I heard the accent I
Knew she was foreign
Bottle after bottle the waiter was pouring
Nigga after nigga, the shorty ignoring
Rocking back and forth while the DJ DJs
Acting like she know the words
Got her hands up high like "fuck it
If we only live once I'mma live
Until living passes me by"
Every now and then she throwing
Looks in my direct tryna gauge if I can tell
She mooching off the next
Dude with the right amount of
Gold around his neck
Yeah, as long as she ain't naked she
Gon' fake it 'til she make it
Post it up, post it up, for him
Post it up, post it up
It's not like I'm completely naked under this
I'm wearing underwear
I'm from the West
She was born round the Bayou
Beautiful too y'all, she's such a knock out
You gotta hear her talk
It's sort of kind of cute
Quarter French, half Black
Quarter water cute, ooh
The girl that make you wanna get a suit, ooh
You know the type your momma might like
The kind you might write
A couple of poems about under a nightlight
But she in LA, and that's a long way
Away from Louisiana, Bama living
Cameras giving her chills of being popping
Hopping on top of couch cushion, shopping
Buying whatever got you looking, look it
Look it rubbing elbows among the crooked
One pill, two pill took it
Three pill, four pill took it
Now she licking on her
BFF because they're looking
Well fuck it, long as they looking, she gon'
Do what she, do what she
Do what she wanna do
As long as she look, good, good!
Smile for the camera baby, get down
Post it up, post it up, for him
Post it up, post it up, for him
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
I noticed you noticing me noticing you, ooh
I'm digging your style, your smile, u-n-i que
Got one nose, two ears
An upper lip and piercings for each
Uh, how she do it? When I heard the accent I
Knew she was foreign
Bottle after bottle the waiter was pouring
Nigga after nigga, the shorty ignoring
Rocking back and forth while the DJ DJs
Acting like she know the words
Got her hands up high like "fuck it
If we only live once I'mma live
Until living passes me by"
Every now and then she throwing
Looks in my direct tryna gauge if I can tell
She mooching off the next
Dude with the right amount of
Gold around his neck
Yeah, as long as she ain't naked she
Gon' fake it 'til she make it
Post it up, post it up, for him
Post it up, post it up
It's not like I'm completely naked under this
I'm wearing underwear