"JANE FONDA" lyrics
(feat. Mickey Avalon)
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
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 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
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
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 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
