TiRon & Ayomari - No Filter lyrics

[Verse 1: TiRon] 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 f** it, long as they looking, she gon' [Hook] 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 [Bridge] Post it up, post it up, for him Post it up, post it up, for him [Verse 2: Ayomari] 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 n***a after n***a, the shorty ignoring Rocking back and forth while the DJ DJs Acting like she know the words, got her hands up high Like "f** it, if we only live once I'mma live until living pa**es 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 [Hook] [Bridge x3] Post it up, post it up, for him Post it up, post it up [Outro] It's not like I'm completely naked under this I'm wearing underwear