The Sorority - On Me Lyrics

Yo big up to all the Toronto
mash up dem inna di place right now
You know say Sorority deh pon di track
Hits after hits anytime dey come tru
Nothing can't stop it, right!

I like a selection, I guess
I like the attention I get
I like my reflection one hundred
My fire complexion like butter
Desire affection like touching, okay
Arrive with the sess but I smell like Olay
I'm fire in red as if hell is my lane
Designer vibe they gon' respect that I came
This site is mine, I'd never sell my domain
The most visited dot com
Is my own while you swinging em' pom poms
Rhyme my poems and it's giving em lock jaw
I'm at home when I'm singing them songs dog
Religious, I'm not but I honor God
Not delicious I'm starving for Ramadan
So my mind clear, and my body cute
In my high heels, and my body suit

Yo Viah (what's up?) Who's that over there?
6'5 with the tats, in the chair
Yo, right there (right there?)
With the proper demeanor
Hair line clean, with a smile like Cleaver
Sheesh, leave it to me then
I could give him one night, have him beg to repeat and it's
Groundhog season, 'til the fall of the man like the Garden of Eden
I like the way that you be looking when you come through to my shows
Boy if you really about it, ain't nobody got to know
He was texting all these other girls, like wait up hold the phone
Now I'm getting to that money with my sisters back at home

I said, "Don't you get it fucked up, I one'd up"
Bet I make you wonder what's under
My silky red La Senza, that's on me
You really did a number upon me, yeah

You not my type I'm tryna bill it up
I got some holes to plug
I call you, you come fill it up
Is that real enough?
Mr. Jim Screechy when meh call
You afi ansa yuh phone
Cah me need a likkle flex and me deh pon mi own
You not gon' catch me in my zone
It's been weeks since we freaked, love
You a boops, that's how I treat ya
Put you on the shelf when I'm done, you a trophy kill
Appleton mix Red Stripe and we low key chill
Yuh zimme?
But you not gon' play these games with me (nah)
Text me back now before mi hype up and tweet
Drive inna yuh Lex' ah fi yuh next gyal fi pree
Pass by ya yawd so ya BM could see
I'm not into the play ting so mi beg yuh please
Don't neva neva neva, neva try play with Keys
I'm holdin' all the stripes and the solids in the pocket
Keeping a black ball 'til I'm ready to knock it

Aye
Wine pon it, baby
You know seh dat a guh drive mi crazy
Stereotypes about what a lady should and shouldn't do
Are so 1980's
I told you in the cypher, you know what the rule is
Only step into the bedroom if the shoe fits
One kiss, two kiss, red lips, blue tips
I ain't even tryna do it to ya if ya too lit
Let's get gone, it's a celebration, bitches
36C baby, but I'm double delicious
Rub me like genie and I'ma grant you wishes
Got you on ya knees like you tryna make me misses
But I don't miss when shots fired
Mocha Latte yeah yeah, mi wired
The way you put in work I'm inspired, truly
Now let's go home and make a home movie

I said, "Don't you get it fucked up, I one'd up"
Bet I make you wonder what's under
My silky red La Senza, that's on me
You really did a number upon me, yeah

I said, "Don't you get it fucked up, I one'd up"
Bet I make you wonder what's under
My silky red La Senza, that's on me
You really did a number upon me, yeah