Niya Imani - Fun Girl Lyrics

Shaking tables
Just by how my garment fits
Ya momma clutching pearls
When she view my pics
Swear I'm not that bad
But if Ima show my ass
It's givin
I'm that bitch
To some I'm just too much
But somehow ain't enough
Opinions over matter
Just ain't adding up
I'm staying at my pace
But for you
If it's a race
Doubt I'll be catching up
Catching up
Catching up
Fun girls
Never last
For too long
Fun girls
Better off
On their own
Fun girls
Might not be fun
To bring home
Fun girls
Always seem to shake things up
Fun girls
Gotta bottle up and stay tough
Fun girls never seem to get
Much love
Much love
Fun girl
Fun girl
Fun girl
Fun girl
Fun girl
Fun girl
Fun
Fun girl
Fun girl