Besos
JojoI’m getting money by the New York minute
We da boss, Diddy
Now the quick sex in the city
Hard but sweet like candy
Gladiator by the figure
Swag hot to the ceiling, skyscraper
He’s a dominator, name around town Terminator
You ain’t bout that, see you later
Call me out, my name, no I ain’t gon stop
Screamin out aye, no I ain’t gon stop
Like I know boy stop
You don’t know me, boy stop
You ain’t never bust and go, boy stop stop stop stop
You like my dernier cus it bounce like jello
Hands to yourself, now don’t make me get ghetto
Actin like that, boy you can talk to my back
You’ll never get my besos, besos
I swing my pony tail cus you’re not my type of fellow
You don’t want a taste of 4 inch stilettos
Save all of that, boy you can talk to my back
You’ll never get my besos, besos
I’ve studied but still learned nothing
You tryna diss boy, I could get with it
See I’m not with the dirty
Talking to me like yea my birdy
That’s not the way I get down
Call me out, my name, no I ain’t gon stop
Screamin out aye, no I ain’t gon stop
Like I know boy stop
You don’t know me, boy stop
You ain’t never bust and go, boy stop stop stop stop
You like my dernier cus it bounce like jello
Hands to yourself, now don’t make me get ghetto
Actin like that, boy you can talk to my back
You’ll never get my besos, besos
I swing my pony tail cus you’re not my type of fellow
You don’t want a taste of 4 inch stilettos
Save all of that, boy you can talk to my back
You’ll never get my besos, besos
I’ve been through only one occasion
When I left my guard down
So save it please
Sorry I don’t have the patience
I know what you’re aiming for
Watch how you’re getting me
So what? You’re born to win
Let me fill you in
I need a gentleman, baby you should think again
Yea yea yea
I hope you get the memo
You’ll never get my besos, besos, besos, besos
You like my dernier cus it bounce like jello
Hands to yourself, now don’t make me get ghetto
Actin like that, boy you can talk to my back
You’ll never get my besos, besos
I swing my pony tail cus you’re not my type of fellow
You don’t want a taste of 4 inch stilettos
Save all of that, boy you can talk to my back
You’ll never get my besos, besos