Lyrics

[Verse 1]
2 A.M., she made my iPhone bling
Big back, but her waist so thin
Bring your friend, a bring a friend win, win (Score)
Come and get it no Mickey Mouse ting
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
Come and get it, no Mickey Mouse ting
[Verse 2]
Fat batty gyal named Donisha
Rude school, say she waan learn from di teacher
When I done season up Keysha
She gonna tell everyone like a preacher
I get juice from long time
New chick, twenty-five, she bomb on less thigh
Since she heard 'bout stick, she want fi test drive
Nuff gyal done crash, me tell her fi tek time, ah
Sugar daddy, girl, you know about my accolade
I think I got a problem, man, I don't know who to blame
I can't pass a fly batty in a alleyway
She gave me lemons so I gotta make lemonade
I'ma stretch it out, press and press it out
Kill the pussy and I add it to my body count
I never gave her doubt, she wanna fling it 'bout
She make it bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble bounce, um
[Verse 3]
2 A.M., she made my iPhone bling
Big back, but her waist so thin
Bring your friend, a bring a friend win, win (Score)
Come and get it no Mickey Mouse ting
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
Come and get it, no Mickey Mouse ting
[Verse 4]
Forget about your man, fuck that ****, Durex rubbers
Come and get that bomb diggy bomb in my bed covers
Slim waist, nice shape, we can be best lovers
True, I'ma top boy, I'm good with the head bustas, top shottas
Smell that Henny, smell that liquor on my breath (On the rocks)
Talking gully, better say it with your chest? (What you got?)
Coming for me, I can never roll with them
They be always second best, I'm just into sucking breast
2 in the morning I'm rolling, I mean smelly
Texts on my celly, she hit me up like she ready
Said if we fucking, she want a pair of Giuseppes
Baby, you funny, I call that chick like Lenny Henry
'Member what I told ya, living kosher
Come and get your weave done, get a closure
Pull up to your bumpa, pull you closer
I just wanna see you make it rat-tat-ta
[Verse 5]
2 A.M., she made my iPhone bling
Big back, but her waist so thin
Bring your friend, a bring a friend win, win (Score)
Come and get it no Mickey Mouse ting
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
No Mickey Mouse ting (Ye, ye, ye, ye)
Come and get it, no Mickey Mouse ting
Written by: Adedoyin Julius-Adewuyi, Ra'chard Tucker
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