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Amaarae - Fitt Lyrics

[Chorus]
Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai, wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip
Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai, wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip

[Verse 1: Dua Saleh]
I no say want no line from you
Me a want fi worry on the one and two
When I see you flying out of Timbuktu
Chucking all the money from the tree I grew
I no say tear these eyes from you
Caught me in the middle of the ball I threw
If you want me bowing to the glass I drew
I could melt the colors, leave a stain on you

[Verse 2: Dua Saleh]
Timе warped 'round me
Crystal calibrate around mе
Nice, oh, nice, oh, naughty
Count the cooking in an old school county
Time warped 'round me
Crystal calibrate around me
Nice, oh, nice, oh, naughty
Count the cooking in an old school county
[Chorus]
Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai, wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip
Rocket on a compact disc
Pussy and a pocket full of Poe and piss
E-I-E-I-O, ho want my kiss
Dig up, dig out, ho, what's your bliss?

[Verse 2: Amaarae]
Every time I do it, shawty pop for me
Feeling like a nigga won the lottery
I been getting money, I do not do free
I been getting pussy, I been riding, shh
All eyes on me
Came in with the killers and gorillas and the swangers with the switches
I ain't selfish, I will let you and your ho feel it
Knocking niggas off the corner like I'm Bowe Riddick
Bitch, I'm slow wit it
Baby, just go wit it
Oh, I'm for sure with it
And if you want it, we can go get it
Okay, hold on, let me slap one last song
Lights go flash
Guns go blast
And we up in this club
But this love don't last
Passion is fading
I'ma give you my last
Take a sip of this wine
Put your head in my lap, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai, wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip
Rocket on a compact disc
Pussy and a pocket full of Poe and piss
E-I-E-I-O, ho want my kiss
Dig up, dig out, ho, what's your bliss?

[Outro: Dua Saleh]
I don't know, know where to go
Bouncing off the walls, got a disco soul
Pounce them goals, pressure on the bows
When they get to swinging, I'ma spark my coal
Prime your poles, twist your toes
Fly up the jet, make your neck on froze
Dice and roll, don't take a toll
Turn up the beat, make 'em lose control
I don't know, know where to go
Bouncing off the walls, got a disco soul
Pounce them goals, pressure on the bows
When they get to swinging, I'ma spark my coal
Prime your poles, twist your toes
Fly up the jet, make your neck on froze
Dice and roll, don't take a toll
Turn up the beat, make 'em lose control