More songs by Eric IV
Description
Composer: Eric Muteba
Producer: Cole Ostrin
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, uh-huh.
Yeah, uh-huh. Yeah, uh-huh.
Bad little bitch from New Orleans, yeah.
She could have ride this just for me, yeah.
So petite, she got ass, watch it bounce in those jeans.
Every single time, it's a crime.
Yeah, I've been searching all my life for you.
Oh, baby, let me know we locked in. I'ma stick around this cinnamon woman.
Got that paper for you when you callin'. Bitches gonna start playing with you when you ballin'.
Loving like a drug, she number one. 'Cause every day I need you hard, it ain't enough.
I'm in your city, baby girl, let's turn it up. Nobody do it like you when you throw it up, oh.
Bad little bitch from New Orleans, yeah.
She could have ride this just for me, yeah.
So petite, she got ass, watch it bounce in those jeans.
Every single time, it's a crime.
Yeah, I've been searching all my life for you.
I just can't get it wrong with you, yeah. That's too much to lose.
Heart jumping on a cruise, that's what I do, yeah. Can you do it for me? I'ma touch your body down, so leave it to me.
Don't think that you can play those games with me, yeah.
When you touch my body, I don't wanna leave, yeah. I'm in your city, baby girl, let's turn it up.
Nobody do it like you when you throw it up, oh. Bad little bitch from New Orleans, yeah.
She could have ride this just for me, yeah.
So petite, she got ass, watch it bounce in those jeans.
Every single time, it's a crime.
Yeah, I've been searching all my life for you.