Lyrics:
cell
Talking them up about the songs they sing so well
But I'd rather find a boy
Who is down for the chase
Putting in the time that it takes
To be
us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about
Late nights, playin' in the dark
And wakin' up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my
If you'da told me that it'd take me all my life to get over you
I knew for a night, girl, I'd be drinkin' 'bout you
But it's years gone by and I'm
And he preached hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man
Aunt Leona would get up to testify
As we'd sing, "In
this opportunity so you and me could feel it 'cause
If you're ready for me, boy
You'd better push the button and let me know
Before I get the wrong
grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick
as well
Well, you know I'm never coming home, babe
You said you'd stand by me until I cleared my name
Sure it's easy to be strong when you know the charge
High tide, it's been risin' up
I've been gettin' up with some boys I used to know
We're tryin' to get our pockets up
This year has just been
boy
Up out my face, boy
Up out my face, I break
You ain't never gonna feel this thing again
You gon' get a lot of calls
'Cause I CC-ed all your
best
Not to get too tore up
By the way you got me trippin'
I'd say I got it bad
Sideways and I'm slippin'
Them curves, they make me crash
Into
right
Seems I'm making it harder and harder
While everybody else is doing well
I get confused by their bodies
I get tangled in their curls
How do
records sold boy
Must live by the code boy
Especially if you a dope boy
Where you get that Coogi sweater?
Your momma think you sellin' soap boy
'Cause you’re my favorite toy
You’re my favorite toy
Get you out, hit you up
No, I’ll never, ever stop
You’re my gangsta boy you’re my gangsta boy
Ooh hoo
Mexican jumpin' bean knows his fun is sqeaky clean
Christ, how'd ya think that he got so clean?
Not from sittin' on his goddamn spleen, get up
Oh, I be
And he preached hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man
Aunt Leona would get up to testify
As we'd sing, "In
Called you on the phone today
Just to ask you how you were
All I did was speak normally
Somehow I still struck a nerve
You got me fucked up in
That makes all the women think that you're so hot?"
He said "Well my little secret, boys, believe it or not
Is I get up early in the morning"
get me
Don't dis me, don't trick me
I got some friends, can they come too
Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you
A hot boy, a rock boy
A top
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
of a bear
So help me if you can I've got to get
Back to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees
to go
Oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
One sweet dream
Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Soon we'll be away from here
why I'd need you (boy)
Gimme any reason why I'd need you
Gimme any reason why I'd need you (boy)
Gimme any reason not to fuck you up
Gimme any
on home, boy,
Come on home, boy
You can't hold back the hands of time,
Mama's goin' grey, and so is daddy's mind
I wish you'd come on back and make it all
and ride, I want the bangers to bang
Or get hyphy with my niggas up north by the Bay
Trying to twist in my whip, I got the big body Benz
Cause I'm rolling
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