Michete - Red Rover lyrics

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Michete - Red Rover lyrics

Call your girlfriend, tell her that it's over Got you switching teams so they call me red rover Red rover, red rover Got you switching teams so they call me red rover In your car, on your bed, on your sof-er Got you switching teams so they call me red rover Red rover, red rover Got you switching teams- hey! I'm coming over! Whoa there papi! What you doing? Saw you walked in, had my eye on you and If I'm being quite honest you are just my type Got a bag full of tricks that you just might like Ooh! Let me show you who I am ‘Cause you got me wanting you like my name was Uncle Sam Man, I saw you from behind and a b**h couldn't take Trying to get this icing all over that cake Ooh! Goddamn I love a thick boy- Front like you don't want me but you know you ain't slick, boy Slide through, show me what you do with that dick, boy Making santorum but you know I ain't Rick, boy Bad b**h breaking out of the kennel Trying to eat your babies like I'm Sweet Dee Reynolds And you say you got a girl, well it's time that you forget her Guarantee I put it down better ‘Cause I'm hot And she's not Bet you I can blow your mind if you give me one shot I'm bad And you know it Got you on rock-rock but you're trying not to show it Stop that! You gotta Stop that! ‘Cause you got that good good and I'm trying to top that So Call your girlfriend, tell her that it's over Got you switching teams so they call me red rover In your car, on your bed, on your sof-er Got you switching teams so they call me red rover I can see desire written on your lips I can start a fire with my fingertips Sin without shame, love is a game Never met the devil but he knows your name I turn a saint to a sinner Bad b**h contest- yeah, I'm the winner Pretty young thing, but I ain't no beginner Eat that bussy up for dinner Lunch Breakfast Don't compare me to that next b**h s** that dick ‘til I'm breathless I make you question everything you've ever known Got that knick-knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone Yeah, this neck game ‘bout to make you weak in the knees Go down, head spinning three-sixty degrees Then I bring it back up and it's time to get even Baby I'm the serpent, all up in your Eden Down on your knees, better give me that praise Wanna bite that apple, come and get you a taste That's nut on your face A big disgrace Damn right, I'ma put you back into your place I'm so bad but I do it so well Got you riding shotgun on the highway to hell, yeah I'm the type of b**h make you lose your religion Going all night, trying every position Underworld p**y, there ain't no salvation f**ing with Michete is eternal damnation Going up in flames ‘til it all freezes over Got you switching teams so they call me red rover