It's your girl back again, but this time with another one
Pumped up kicks won't save you, so you know that you better run
Oh yeah I beat him to the core, lots of gore yeah
Bodies on the floor, that's for sure yeah
Come here I need some more, you're the cure yeah
So open up the door, you're secure yeah
Why you scared, it's just me so stop the running come face me
Beat his ass to the ground cause that is just how it be
Come on boy, it's just murder ain't no first degree
Catching bodies like an illness, it's a murder spree
Bitch, you should know this is how we roll
Ain't a stripper but I'm at the top of the f*cking pole
I want you all to myself, that's the f*cking goal
All these bodies fit the arena of the super bowl
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah yeah
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah (And again)
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah
Drop to da floor, drop to da floor, yeah
Yeah, and you should give me some more, yeah
Give me some more, give me some more, yeah (You think I'm playin?)
So watch em' drop to da floor yeah, drop to da floor, drop to da
Now let me break it down
What happened to all that yappin' now he ain't make a sound
Goes to show, why he ain't come around
Cause he know I be winnin' every single f*cking round, yeah
Who you is, I'm that bitch, yeah
Murdered his ass till his scream is out of pitch, yeah
And I'm not a f*cking witch, yeah
Unless I'm riding his broom then I might switch, yeah (That shit felt good)
You ain't giving me no choice, I hope you're liking the sound of my voice
He already know when I'm pulling up in that Rolls Royce
All you're finna hear is some f*cking noise
Let's break it, let's break it, let's break it down
I heard that your girl is out of town (Where she at?)
Slapped that bitch so hard, feel like Chris Brown
Feel a dark presence every time I come around
Damn, like why the f*ck you mad for?
Buried him lower than the reviews of Jersey Shore
I'm the one that you adore
Send him back in time to a place he never been before
Yeah, come on, come on, yeah
Come on, come on, yeah
Come on
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah yeah
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah (And again)
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah
Drop to da floor, drop to da floor, yeah
Yeah, and you should give me some more, yeah
Give me some more, give me some more, yeah (You think I'm playin?)
So watch em' drop to da floor yeah, drop to da floor, drop to da
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It's your girl back again, but this time with another one
Pumped up kicks won't save you, so you know that you better run
Oh yeah I beat him to the core, lots of gore yeah
Bodies on the floor, that's for sure yeah
Come here I need some more, you're the cure yeah
So open up the door, you're secure yeah
Why you scared, it's just me so stop the running come face me
Beat his ass to the ground cause that is just how it be
Come on boy, it's just murder ain't no first degree
Catching bodies like an illness, it's a murder spree
Bitch, you should know this is how we roll
Ain't a stripper but I'm at the top of the f*cking pole
I want you all to myself, that's the f*cking goal
All these bodies fit the arena of the super bowl
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah yeah
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah (And again)
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah
Drop to da floor, drop to da floor, yeah
Yeah, and you should give me some more, yeah
Give me some more, give me some more, yeah (You think I'm playin?)
So watch em' drop to da floor yeah, drop to da floor, drop to da
Now let me break it down
What happened to all that yappin' now he ain't make a sound
Goes to show, why he ain't come around
Cause he know I be winnin' every single f*cking round, yeah
Who you is, I'm that bitch, yeah
Murdered his ass till his scream is out of pitch, yeah
And I'm not a f*cking witch, yeah
Unless I'm riding his broom then I might switch, yeah (That shit felt good)
You ain't giving me no choice, I hope you're liking the sound of my voice
He already know when I'm pulling up in that Rolls Royce
All you're finna hear is some f*cking noise
Let's break it, let's break it, let's break it down
I heard that your girl is out of town (Where she at?)
Slapped that bitch so hard, feel like Chris Brown
Feel a dark presence every time I come around
Damn, like why the f*ck you mad for?
Buried him lower than the reviews of Jersey Shore
I'm the one that you adore
Send him back in time to a place he never been before
Yeah, come on, come on, yeah
Come on, come on, yeah
Come on
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah yeah
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah (And again)
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah
Drop to da floor, drop to da floor, yeah
Yeah, and you should give me some more, yeah
Give me some more, give me some more, yeah (You think I'm playin?)
So watch em' drop to da floor yeah, drop to da floor, drop to da
Pumped up kicks won't save you, so you know that you better run
Oh yeah I beat him to the core, lots of gore yeah
Bodies on the floor, that's for sure yeah
Come here I need some more, you're the cure yeah
So open up the door, you're secure yeah
Why you scared, it's just me so stop the running come face me
Beat his ass to the ground cause that is just how it be
Come on boy, it's just murder ain't no first degree
Catching bodies like an illness, it's a murder spree
Bitch, you should know this is how we roll
Ain't a stripper but I'm at the top of the f*cking pole
I want you all to myself, that's the f*cking goal
All these bodies fit the arena of the super bowl
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah yeah
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah (And again)
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah
Drop to da floor, drop to da floor, yeah
Yeah, and you should give me some more, yeah
Give me some more, give me some more, yeah (You think I'm playin?)
So watch em' drop to da floor yeah, drop to da floor, drop to da
Now let me break it down
What happened to all that yappin' now he ain't make a sound
Goes to show, why he ain't come around
Cause he know I be winnin' every single f*cking round, yeah
Who you is, I'm that bitch, yeah
Murdered his ass till his scream is out of pitch, yeah
And I'm not a f*cking witch, yeah
Unless I'm riding his broom then I might switch, yeah (That shit felt good)
You ain't giving me no choice, I hope you're liking the sound of my voice
He already know when I'm pulling up in that Rolls Royce
All you're finna hear is some f*cking noise
Let's break it, let's break it, let's break it down
I heard that your girl is out of town (Where she at?)
Slapped that bitch so hard, feel like Chris Brown
Feel a dark presence every time I come around
Damn, like why the f*ck you mad for?
Buried him lower than the reviews of Jersey Shore
I'm the one that you adore
Send him back in time to a place he never been before
Yeah, come on, come on, yeah
Come on, come on, yeah
Come on
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah yeah
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah (And again)
Watch em' drop to da floor, yeah
Drop to da floor, drop to da floor, yeah
Yeah, and you should give me some more, yeah
Give me some more, give me some more, yeah (You think I'm playin?)
So watch em' drop to da floor yeah, drop to da floor, drop to da
Writer: Asia Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid