Print

I had a baby named Jane She could shake that thang She wasn't very fond of a diamond ring But she lookin' for a fling at the after party And it didn't come through like the wifi's spotty You know what's crazy? What? Her when she's angry Way too fine to be waiting on a maybe Or waiting in line for a line like it's the 80s Swallow your pride like you be swallowing my- Wait, hold on I gotta take my coat off And give these hoes what they want You know I'm ambidextrous I'm holding ass in both arms I tell a bitch to go long She turn around and I'm gone You know the words to my song And it go like One, two, three, four Get your bootie on the dance floor Work it out Shake it, little mama Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Letras de cancionesFive, six, seven, now And if you don't know, lemme show you how To work it out Work it, little mama I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda I had a doll named Jana An adult entertainer Shit that bitch could do for cocaine, uh On her knees beggin' please to her savior Mickey D's with the Jesus flavor Talladega Nights with ol' Walter White Sharp razor blades and hot butter knives Go close the shades, I ain't gonna bite Call me the handy man, the way I lay Right on She love to turn my mic on Baby scared of the dark She always leave the lights on I threw the car into park More junk in the trunk than a Honda I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four Get your bootie on the dance floor Work it out Shake it, little mama Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Five, six, seven, now And if you don't know, lemme show you how To work it out Work it, little mama I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four Get your bootie on the dance floor Work it out Shake it, little mama Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Five, six, seven, now And if you don't know, lemme show you how To work it out Work it, little mama I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda From Letras Mania