Lyrics:
kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I
trapped in a cage
She turned around like someone called her name
I think she should be in some kind of hall of fame
She goin' beast mode, never seen an ass
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard of hearing,
the type I hate to love
Gonna make me some enemies girl you're the kind they love to hate
Ma melanina ouais hey hey hay
De todas la mas bonita ouais hey
Can't take it, writing these lines to my one of a kind lady
Finer than wine in the summertime, legs shaking
Pleasure is mine
Wonderful nights in Vegas, we
at this dive bar
I took too many shots
A healthy tip for making me dull
Let's pretend I'm still in full control
As if my emotions can only be suppressed
By
What you on you gotta let me know we might be on the same thing
I see you out here tryna get some dough
I think we on the same page
Gotta pay
I go by Whitty and I put on for Fadedboys
Also put on for the city and I’m making all kind of noise
My grandma see’s I’m doing good she said that it
ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a kind of semi-sweet line
"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep I'm gonna
ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a kind of semi-sweet line
"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep I'm gonna
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of n****s puffin in
in this, word assortin' this
Probably recording this
Of course kids keepin' they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks
We got
Kicks wing tips 'til the tank flips conveyer belt. Shelf a mayor saber for catering navy savior help who treat stray children like clay pigeons off
a Q-tip
Where the proof sits that smells like bull shits
Ain't it a shame when a nigga can't be honest?
And it's whats-her-name that can't keep a promise
back out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a violent tip
But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shit
Cause I been rhymin since way back when
Damn kid we did it again made Another mill we killing in them
Serve crack on the track we some True villain
Right next to the stars let my Peoples in
For to speed them on their way
There will be some celebration on their wedding day
[Chorus]
Oh, what a wonderful day
Cupid, the parson, he'll
as she reached to turn it off Q-Tip started to speak
And in that split second somehow he connected deep
She sat up, 'til god knows what time
Hunting for
the time
Out in New York City
Q Tip rocked his live on Arsenio
Buckshot was the first one to
Put his in a video
MC Serch dropped a flow with his on his back
Yeah, going out to Showbiz, Whiz One, Lord Finesse
Jazzy Jay, my man Q-Tip, KX, yo check it out
Check one, two, no one to run to
I Catch-22, when I
prefer"
She asked me what am I driving, and how is my health
I know what you're really thinking baby, let me tell you
I can do bad by myself
I don't
a trade or some bartering, but shouldn't have to
Wave any plates for the offering, by the way
You don't get to name what the offer is, take it and
Respect
mine
But a friend like you aint hard to fine
Maybe im the fucked one
Maybe i should've told you
By the time u was already done
Q
If i pushed u off
ear's like im a Q-Tip
In her mouth like a toothpick
I'm a motherfuckin' nuisance
Hit that switch like it's a lamp
He can't ball he gotta cramp
I go hard
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