Jordan LaFaver – Jane Doe lyrics

She ain't tryna' fall in love in her 20's (nah nah)
Posting pictures in the mirror of her body (nah nah)
Well my god you're a bad little shawty (yeah yeah)
Well go ahead you don't need nobody, nobody yeah

Independent woman look at how she moves her hips
That California body with those Carolina lips
She spending all this money that she made all by herself
Stay repping west coast like her first name was Chanel

Now all these bitches salty 'cause they can't do it like you
Faded off Ciroc, got a cup full of that blue
When you're done dancing girl you need to come through
And if your friend bad you can tell her come too

She ain't tryna' fall in love in her 20's (nah nah)
Posting pictures in the mirror of her body (nah nah)
Well my god you're a bad little shawty (yeah yeah)
Well go ahead you don't need nobody, nobody yeah

They call her Jane Doe
Lil mama pull up to the club in that range rover
Watch her shut that thing down, that's a takeover
Watch a man lose his composure, baby game over
Guess that's why they call you Jane Doe

She ain't really fucking with nobody, got her own thing
Making so much paper she can buy her own damn ring
Don't even need a plug, she pull up get what she wants
That smoke up in her lungs, she ashing it with her tongue, yeah (god damn)

Now those fuck boys calling out for you
She ain't got no time for basic, she got that juice
She know she a bad motherfucker coming through
And if you got some friends you can bring the whole crew

She ain't tryna' fall in love in her 20's (nah nah)
Posting pictures in the mirror of her body (nah nah)
Well my god you're a bad little shawty (yeah yeah)
Well go ahead you don't need nobody, nobody yeah

They call her Jane Doe
Lil mama pull up to the club in that range rover
Watch her shut that thing down, that's a takeover
Watch a man lose his composure, baby game over
Guess that's why they call you Jane Doe

Guess that's why they call you Jane Doe
Make a man never wanna let go, that's why they call you Jane Doe

She stay counting her paper, lil mama's a player
Don't try to save her, hustling in her nature
And she know that she bad, she ain't got no time for you

She ain't tryna' fall in love in her 20's (nah nah)
Posting pictures in the mirror of her body (nah nah)
Well my god you're a bad little shawty (yeah yeah)
Well go ahead you don't need nobody, nobody yeah

They call her Jane Doe
Lil mama pull up to the club in that range rover
Watch her shut that thing down, that's a takeover
Watch a man lose his composure, baby game over
Guess that's why they call you Jane Doe