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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Confident (feat. Chance The Rapper) |
| Album: | Journals | Genres: | Pop |
| Year: | 2013 |
Length: | 248 sec |
Lyrics:
Don't do it to me Don't do it to me (Oh, no, no, oh, no, no) Don't do it to me (Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, no) Don't do it to me (Oh, no, no, oh, no, no) Don't do it to me (Oh, no, no, oh, no, no), no
Focused, I'm focused She got a body like that, I ain't never seen nothin' like that, uh-uh Like a fantasy in front of me, oh I think that somethin' special's goin' down That's right, I think she foreign (Foreign) I think she foreign (Foreign), got passports Mi amor ('Mor) started slow (Slow), got faster She gon' work some more (More), work some more (More) No stoppin' her now (Now, now) No stoppin' her now (Now, now, now, now)
Then she started dancing, sexual romancin' Nasty but she fancy, lipstick on my satin sheets What's your nationality? Wonder if there's more of you She's got my attention, she's confident
Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, she's confident (Yeah, yeah) Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, and I'm down with it Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, she's confident You could tell by the way she walks in the room
She said it's her first time (Oh, yeah, yeah) I think she might have lied Feels so good, damn (Oh, yeah, yeah) And I don't know why I'm addicted (Oh, yeah, yeah) Something like an addict Got me twisted (Oh, yeah, yeah) But still, I gotta have it
Explosive, explosive (Yeah, yeah) I could still smell her perfume It's not hard to notice that I'm open (Yeah, yeah) Hypnotized by the way she moves
Then she started dancing, sexual romancin' Nasty but she fancy, Mona Lisa masterpiece What's your nationality? Wonder if there's more of you She's got my attention (Hold up), 'cause she's confident
Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, she's confident (Yeah, yeah) Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, and I'm down with it Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, she's confident You could tell by the way she walks in the room
She said it's her first time (Oh, yeah, yeah) I think she might have lied Feels so good, damn (Oh, yeah, yeah) And I don't know why (IGH!) I'm addicted (Oh, yeah, yeah) Something like an addict (Ooh-woo!) Got me twisted (Oh, yeah, yeah) But still, I gotta have it Chance? The Rapper? IGH!
Tattoos, piercings and she just learned to twerk (Oh?) She ain't got a heart or an ass, just her brains Gotta ask 'cause her ass on a learning curve (Oh?) And she love to hurn the berb, I mean burn the word That's only legal with a doctor's note (Oh?) Real deep pockets like a doctor's coat (IGH! IGH!) Stay faded like Diddy, hair back tryna rock the boat She the first mate when I rock the boat (IGH!) She never forget to ride like a bicycle She like planes, trains, chains with icicles It goes her, blank, blank, and rock and roll (IGH!) She say 'I know, honey bunny, that's the funny thing' (Ooh!) Thots twerk for the Goodfellas She money dance with the money team, IGH! She's confident
Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, she's confident (Yeah, yeah) Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, and I'm down with it (Oh, yeah) Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, she's confident You could tell by the way she walks in the room
She said it's her first time (Oh, yeah, yeah) I think she might have lied Feels so good, damn (Oh, yeah, yeah) And I don't know why I'm addicted (Oh, yeah, yeah) Something like an addict Got me twisted (Oh, yeah, yeah) But still, I gotta have it
Still, I gotta have it (Yeah) Still, I gotta have it (Alright) Still, I gotta have it (Yeah, alright) Oh, no, no, oh, no, no (Yeah) Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, no (Alright) Oh, no, no, oh, no, no (Yeah) Oh, no, no, oh, no, no But still, I gotta have it
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