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don't get me started - lola brooke lyrics

[intro: coi leray & lola brooke]
yeah
lola, what we doin’, lola?
doin’ the things we like to do, coi
hahahaha
you know my body

[chorus: lola brooke]
please don’t get me started
please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
please don’t get me started
please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
please don’t get me started
please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
please don’t gеt me started
pleasе don’t, ah, please don’t, ah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
[verse 1: lola brooke]
please don’t get me started (please don’t get me started)
been a fly b*tch before the clipper had just departed
did it all in one wife*beater, it’s different garments (it’s different, baby)
i want parts of my opps too, so we split the target
you know i’m gettin’ my loot back regardless
pesos in the breach i trust
can’t beef ’bout cheese if it ain’t a deluxe
these shots be real when the wounds get p*ss
catch that, take this, hmm, hut
big dog from a pup
and a p*ss can’t be touched
move wock’, that’s too nuff
‘ussy sad, make it blush
up, up, up, up, up
throw that ass up, up, up, up, up
when she throw that, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck
when she throw that, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck

[pre*chorus: nija]
shake it fast, dump it low
make her spin and throw them os (ayy, ayy)
green light, go
i get it up, green light, go
up, down, throw it ’round (oh yeah)
pop it like a pro (ayy, ayy)
green light, go
i get it up, green light, go
[chorus: lola brooke & coi leray]
please don’t get me started
please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
please don’t get me started
please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
please don’t get me started
please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
please don’t get me started
please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: coi leray]
i’m really it, no tag
i told these b*tches don’t mention my name in none of they raps
treat your block like a turntable, yeah, we spinnin’ it back
we in new jersey, we in new york, yeah, run that sh*t back
hold on, yeah
bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish
yeah, how many n*ggas wanna make me them b*tch?
how many diamonds wrapped ’round my wrist?
this b*tch still bad, she more than a ten
this b*tch still bad, her face like lola
tryna f*ck something to the splash emoji
itty bitty, but my ass stay poking
my freak n*gga buy me a diamond choker
we don’t leave the club ’til that sh*t is over
yeah, roll another blunt, hate bein’ sober
remy and coke, don’t do no coke, yeah
i step on these b*tches in balenciaga
throwin’ it back, all you see is the prada
got on ysl, i look like a model
this vetements tee and it’s color yellow
walk in this b*tch, got on rhude, don’t say h*llo
big*ass chain like i got on a medal (yeah, yeah)
price goin’ up on these b*tches, it’s levels (it’s levels, levels)
yeah, we on demon time, we the new rebels
[pre*chorus: nija]
shake it fast, dump it low
make her spin and throw them os (ayy, ayy)
green light, go
i get it up, green light, go
up, down, throw it ’round (oh yeah)
pop it like a pro (ayy, ayy)
green light, go
i get it up, green light, go

- lola brooke lyrics

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