Mirage Lyrics

Comin from the w-w-w-westside

Aye

W-w-westside

Aye

Ayee

Ima hit it right like

Ayee

Ima get it right like

Ayeee

Ima getchu right like

Ayee

Ima hit it right like

Ayee

That pussy bussin

DJ got me fallin in love

I feel like Usher

Mixin in the music and drinks then ima fuck her

We both know this only a fling just for the summer

Go on girl and follow your dreams, I want you blessed too

Girl on girl is always my dream I wantcho friends too

Right like

Ayeee

Ima hit it right like

Ayeee

Got alot of issues

Yeah I got of hoes

Keep it to myself shawty shit, you dont wanna know

Take another hit, too much in the dome

Take another sip

Drop it to the floor

Shot gotchu warm enough to dance in the club

Tight skirt, mini dress gotchu lookin for some fun

Throw it back like ahh

Lookin for some love

On my lap like ahh

Hennything you want

But first things first

Is you naughty or you nice

You can't even lie, I can see it in your eyes

Give a girl some freedom and she'll give you somethin tight

Kiss you when I squeeze em gotchu breathin on my ice

Aye

Lets roll the dice

Come and spend the night

Girl I been fienin on your bites

Lick you up and eat it, believe it I got precise types

Pick you up and beat it I needed to hit the back twice

Dick you up depleted defeated I hit it right right

Hitchu when I need it repeat it I hit it right like

Aye

Hit it right like aye

Hit it right like aye

Hit it right like aye

I hit it right like aye

She got me blushing

DJ got me fallin in love

I feel like Usher

Mixin in the music and drinks then ima fuck her

We both know this only a fling just for the summer

Go on girl and follow your dreams, I want you blessed too

Girl on girl is always my dream, I want your friends too

Aye

Hit it right like aye

Hit it right like aye

Hit it right like aye

Hit it right like aye

You love that doggy

Clappin like a round of applause

You gimme sloppy toppy

Happy when you open your jaw

You got me tappin

Braggin when I cool with my dawgs

You got me nappin

Rappin this a matter a fact

Now you a legend

'spired up a platinum track

Girl you a blessin

Lemme getchu countin up stacks

Getchu a necklace

Cuz if Monkie coming up with a bag

Then you is second

Throw it back