Lyrics:
and you mama now that's the real freak of the year
like to watch me jack my dick then skeet in her ear
and I know you know Brenda the with the baby
she keep
And nursin' the baby that's none of my own
Now come all ye young men that's inclined to get married
Take my advice and let the women alone
For by
on the phone, oh shit, I'm frying it
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
I think I'll, pull out my suit for Sunday service
My little brother
cha-Ching
Tryna move up out the little leagues
I'm like Mike, got the lucky numbers, lucky me
Get on every track and fuck it up
My niggas like, you a bully
at all
I'm a bad boy singer
She's my little yulia
The world has seen her body
But she's showing me her heart
She is beyond a muse for me
No she is
of the summer
My body set good in my jeans
Walking by these niggas and I hear them all scream baby girl you know I'm what you need
Then they get vex when I said I
and decode
No cursing ima go G code
This Raging Cajun waiting by my stove boutta turn this heat on
Yea
You can't piss on my leg and say that it's raining
You
like Bobby Brown
It's like every step I take, you know I'm gonna shake the ground
Demon, girl, you know that you my drug and I need it now
Baby, you
They say you can't be true
But I'll be standin' by
So you just better try and
Don't make my baby blue
Don't make my baby blue
That little girl's
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
work on him
Whip it whip it whip it
Jump on the line
Work my body on time
Yeah he let me jump on his line
And work my body on time
Yeah I let him pat
Get It Get It
Jump on the line
Work my body on time
Okay I I Believe You
Yeah he let me jump on his line
And work my body on time
Okay I Believe You
work on him
Whip it whip it whip it
Jump on the line
Work my body on time
Yeah he let me jump on his line
And work my body on time
Yeah I let him pat
little boys
Trucks and alcohol
Makes me feel like I got big balls
All these bitches on my dick
Shit on a stick
Pussy don't flip
Big dick energy is lit
She
a little
Cozy ocean breeze I'm by the sea and getting lazy
Hammock in the tree I might just fall asleep
Laying down on my towel by the beachside
Eyes start
now, little baby
My ship is coming in
Baby, baby
My ship is coming in
And won't it be fine
We're gonna make it this time
You can throw away
move
I can't keep my hands off you
Just want to be with you
And baby you know I'm a fool
For every little thing you do
I love the way you move and speak
accusations
Modifications was light
As the situation entered the night
Shit became trife
New life
Produced by my baby's mother
Heard her ask questions about
We talk about the people we have dated,
I tell him I don't really have a type,
He likes em brown but can't do Muslim,
I choke a little as I smile
I'm gonna marry you laughs
I know it sounds funny
But we will make it through
My brown eyes honey
There is none but you
And I hope you get the logic
to see you smile don't frown now baby
My life been better since you came around
So I clean the mess all up won't let you down
Tell me how you feel girl
ever, ever get you into my mouth (yeah)
I'll drink you like a 40 in an alcoholic's hand
Baby, can't you understand?
I'm only fantasizing 'cause your love
alright
When he sings to me, soft and low
I cry, oh daddy, please don't let this little girl go
You mean so much to me baby
You know you're drivin' me
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