Tan Lines Lyrics

She can't be the one cause she too fine ooh

She gon hit the game when it's half time ooh

Pairin up the steak with the red wine ooh

Baby always workin on her tan lines ooh

Captions on her pictures, yea she outside ooh

She done left her heart up in the alpines ooh

Dollars on her chart for the sun sign ooh

Baby always workin on her tan lines ooh

She just wanna get a little darker with the hue

Diamonds on her necklace and its matching wit her shoe

Posted in a section taking pictures wit her crew

She don't want the love, she just in it for the loot

They gon call you sun cause you shine

Yea she got a kid but she don't see him all the time

Stush up in the party, she might sneak and do a line

She gon fuck a nigga so her payments don't decline

Damn you went and fell for the act

Bought this bitch a benz how you gonna take it back?

Gotta be a drug dealer, ball player or you rap

And the pussy A-1 so you always get attached

She gon look good sitting shotgun

Superficial niggas gonna tell you that you got one

All about her chicken, only fuckin with the hot ones

Talk to your accountant he can tell ya if ya got one ooh

She can't be the one cause she too fine ooh

She gon hit the game when it's half time ooh

Pairin up the steak with the red wine ooh

Baby always workin on her tan lines ooh

Captions on her pictures, yea she outside ooh

She done left her heart up in the alpines ooh

Dollars on her chart for the sun sign ooh

Baby always workin on her tan lines ooh

She say she the one never ever the two

She say she a Leo so her attitude rude

She ain't go to college why let her school you

She made you leave ya girl but you ain't ever her dude?

Oh Boy, there's another one

Notches on her belt

She think she ready for the summer sun

I hope it give you hell

He singing that all while he mows the lawn

Don't think he took it well

Oh that the gas that keeps her meter going

She flying off the Zelle

If I'm the sun that makes her Icarus, I'm that girls karma

I dig deep, she got daddy issues I'm that girls father

Jamaican, treat me like doggy, Ima still walk her

Cobra clutch, this that Kama Sutra, tap out when she wanna

From the back, leave a mushroom stamp, shit she never thought of

Roll a pound, going round for round smoking someone's daughter

Know I'm great, she wanna fix a plate

Not broken, then don't bother

Ima let her gather bearings

She'll sit there and just ponder

She can't be the one cause she too fine ooh

She gon hit the game when it's half time ooh

Pairin up the steak with the red wine ooh

Baby always workin on her tan lines ooh

Captions on her pictures, yea she outside ooh

She done left her heart up in the alpines ooh

Dollars on her chart for the sun sign ooh

Baby always workin on her tan lines ooh