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Jeremih

Genres: Hip-Hop

Berlin (she Wit It) Lyrics - Jeremih

Lethal weapon, she be pussy poppin' 

How she do that with no hands? 

Come through, throw her the bands 

In the air, like is you 'bout that action with me? 

Turn the cameras on then she turn to an actress for me 

Learned some new moves? Why don't you come practice on me? 

She look back while she movin' it backwards on me 

I'ma do you dirty while you dirty dancing on my private parts 

She my private dancer 

She got more friends that could get to business 

I'ma work 'em out and I ain't talking fitness 

Yeah she wit' it yeah, on that 

Getting into the morning 

Henny X on my Cognac 

Peach emoji for a contact 

Never seen a booty this big, seen you all the way from Vincennes 

Big chain on, Slick Rick 

Make her, make her change who she came with 

Fuck a GPS, let me get lost in it 

Like a doggystyle, I'm a dog in it 

Champagne room, all the way up 

I mean RiRi workin' for a boss in here 

We should really get involved in here, yeah 

Do you mind if I get all in it, baby? 

 

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She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

 

She been wishin' for a star 

All that ass, oh my god 

Like Magic City in my car 

She feed me grapes, gives me massages 

She be runnin' around in the latest 

She got woosah first on her playlist 

Georgia peach we far from Atlanta 

I just mix champagne with the Fanta 

We wake up to crepes and mamosas 

On the balcony, yeah I be strokin' 

7-11, how she be open 

In the game, always been a closer 

Yeah, she say "you wit' it?" 

Then oh, let's get it 

Tell me that I'm the only one, oh, that can hit it 

 

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She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

She wit' it, she wit' it 

Whatever I want (she wit' it) 

Whatever she want (she wit' it) 

Whatever he want (she wit' it) 

You know that I'm gone (she wit' it) 

You take her to Italy (she wit' it) 

I take her to Mickey D's (she wit' it) 

She wear whatever with me (she wit' it) 

So it's whatever with me (she wit' it) 

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