Lyrics:
taking off
As soon as I get bored
Ain’t got no time for games
I Fuck pretty hoes for sport
Thick Brown Thighs
And tight booty shorts
She I ask I want
found you and you saw me
Now it's round two and we're falling
Nostalgia's like a calling
We make love, and take love
Man you use to hate love
We make love
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
a
Nobody else I rather romance yea
Ms pretty brown eyes
Come waste my time. Come waste my time
It’s been so long
Ms pretty brown eyes
Come waste my time
It’s
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit
know that you existed shot my shot and didn't miss it, now you mrs.
Little brown skin vicious covered with 100 kisses
Intuition tripping you done
Could it be, could it be, could it be, our boy's done something rash?
Now Jenny Diver, oh Sukey Tawdry
Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and ole Lucy Brown
anything to be down
Two hundred million blind mice
Running through this town
[Shock-G]
Patty Cake, Patty Cake I heard your man
Wears a gold Rolex and put
with stacks
Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna
Miss the finger roll right’ fuck
I Told the driver Lenny swing me by
The garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed
and on
But a man stand up on his own
I'm raised by a different code
Cut from a different cloth
Never been a follower
My momma told me be a boss
Watch who you
should
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would make her connection
By her feet was a footloose man
You can't
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
right
Pretty smile, light brown eyes
I've got miles on them other guys, face it
You could search America, Russia or Germany but never will you find
you
You call out to me with those pretty brown eyes
But you, but you
You got me hooked by that beautiful smile
She said to me
I think you're somethin'
Power trip high, hours tick by
Hands off the bag, burn it beside
Pretty brown eyes, hammer the hand
That's tryna catch light
Boy he, boy he better
than just pretty
I thank God that she chose me
She a killa with them fine eyes
Slim thick with dem extra fries
Always catch me by Surprise
Keeping me
Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I dig the attitude and how you're acting like you own the bar
Got me flashing keys and I
Good woman
Said I'm done with these hoes
They be bad for my soul
I just wanna go home to a
Pretty brown thing
Put coco butter on your pretty brown skin
right
Pretty smile, light brown eyes
I've got miles on them other guys, face it
You could search America, Russia or Germany but never will you find
spinning
And hope start missing
And ya Life ain't clicking
So Ya Feel like quitting
Think you got it
Then life turns the table man
I miss cheerios and basic
my pants my shoes my shirt
Somehow still I make it work
I'm just tryna make it work
Steady working nine to fives
Miss being by my daughters side
My
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Miss pretty brown eyes taught about the games that boys play so she see's through those fake guys
Been best friends since age ten and even back then I
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