Lyrics:
'Cause she was gone . . .
"Where's those titties I like so well, 'n my goddamn beer!"
Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like
****s this sh*t different
I'm tired of telling n****s this sh*t different
I'm tired of telling n****s this sh*t different
Whoa
I hit up blicky like what's
(Rule number one... n****z die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type n**** be a Thug Life n****?
Them
just what I need to get right
Cuz even if you strugglin' and goin' through sum'n
You forget about your problems the moment you move sum'n
Fresh Polo
(BL$$D)
(What's in that bag, boy?)
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
I just want a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie with a dab of ranch
I already got some designer
My mind is suffocated
By your deep sigh
The scent of you has got me
So blind, why, why can't I be with you
Full time 'cause
You bring me under
A lot of these cats out here be faking
When it comes to making love
But you and me baby
This is real, and that's why it's
(N-N-Number one) Sex,
There's no pleasure when I stay around you
You fuckin idiot
Shawty is you fuckin or what
I will never go back
I will never go back
For your ass i'll
is catchin'
What's a girl to do? They're stompin' on my passion
I'm try'n to teach, but they can't be reached
Stanza 2
Put that phone away and listen
f***a)
What, what, what, what, what
Yo, this for my n****s in the streets
(What what what what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What what what what)
Make
and the pleasure
Send my love with the Hennessy
She got a big booty God is blessing me
But I don't know if He be testing me
Girl you got the sauce what's the recipe
want it I need it
I'm addicted your wicked the way you callously tease it
In a trance when you dance my escape for the moment
I'm compelled by your spell
Earth for her
Present the gifts without the curse
Her pleasure is my purpose
Pleasure to be at your service
We front row at fashion shows
As well
à la carte
Choice is yours, do be wise
Oh pleasure or pain
Lose your head, take a blow
And flood your remorse
Oh, pleasure or pain
Cut the right hand
Welcome to the sextion, where it's all about sex
If horny is what you're looking for
Well this is the place
The sextion
now, for your listenting
take some more black lives for us to
muse on for your fucking amusement, muhhh
fucka. national culture is financial security for
the devils
snatching your scalp
Your bitch ate my dick and you heard what I said
F**k all that friend shit, that shit is dead
N****s be frontin' and n****s be bluffing
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
a champ (Yeah)
I' might just fall off in a trance
Got me thinking automatic
Feeling all the pains
I'm an addict I'm an addict (I'm an addict)
Whoo yea, play
you still think it's Toby Dalton, I know what to call it
Oby Alton
By Ton
Y N
I am
A 'east, I'm a 'og, I'm a motherfucking 'lem
Okay you're a 'oon,
A lot of these cats out here be faking
When it comes to making love
But you and me baby
This is real, and that's why it's
(N-N-Number one) Sex,
I'm not your personal whore, that's not what I'm here for
And nothing good gonna come to ya til you do right by me
Brother you wait and see (Who you
his palm was a xan
Not gonna take it nigga not a chance
And then I took it fell right into his trance
Do what I do they gon hate anyway
Not worried
getting unruly
And what's your pleasure, dearie?
Oops! I beg your pardon!
Just me hands is smeary
Toby!
Run for the gentleman!
Don't you love
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