Lyrics:
moving slowly, She's taking off her Clothing
I know that I smoke too much but now I'm busy zoning
Yeah yeah
Pull up with your bitch and I'm making the guap
ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya
Dance, too much booty in
well
I met this girl, thick as hell
Only sixteen, said her name was Linell
I took her to my house, I could not wait
Her shit was much tighter than
well
I met this girl, thick as hell
Only sixteen, said her name was Linell
I took her to my house, I could not wait
Her shit was much tighter than
by my fragrance
Swerve through East on my dirtbike told your girl jump on like I don't bite
She sipped on henny but I sip sprite, can't let fed pull
a contradiction
Wasn't good at much but this is where my dominance is
You got it like that (do you)
We kill everything for the right price tag
Sit tight stay
got things on my mind I can't explain
A lot I can't speak on cause it done brought too much of pain
Can't get swallowed by the system I know it's
when I put it inside her pussy
You know that a Nigga be glowing
Let's get back too that sicko shit
Yeh girl, go & lick on the tip
Show me your moves
What
the girls who's in love with theyself
This is for all the girls that done did it by theyself
This is for all the girls that's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
This is
gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me
It's too much room (It's scandalous)
Too much, too much room babe, babe
There's too much room up in here
Put your hand a little closer babe
So you
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
am I doing too much?
See you got me all alone
Waiting right here by the phone
For you to call me
Just to hear your voice tone
I keep on wonderin'
If
to act funny
She's got Gazelle and a b-bag too
Fly girl, I want to be with you
You're not the prettiest thing girl, but that's okay
Your painted-on
the Ice you pick
Step into my cold area, polar bear wear
White minking, white Lincoln, now what you thinking
What? Too much Ice got you blinking?
Meanwhile,
Drip too much get a squeegee boutta take a trip to Fiji
Seeing me good like hd I got the bread like pastry
Born with spice got maced g
Driving back home
Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally?
I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be?
I dreamed I went to England and met the spice girls
yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In
yo wife was bleedin'
Now your life is leavin' yo body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
breaking these walls
Girl, we building trust
If it's too much then let me know
These feelings I have I can't control
I love too hard to be letting you go
I
original Nene
Na she dey cause my gbege
She no be Edede oh yea yea yea
That's my Nene baby no time
I no dey talk too much, i go chop
You give you love
Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by
I'm waiting in line
Nobody gets too much love anymore
It's as high as a mountain
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
Too late, too late, too late, too late
London boys are gazing as the girls go hand in hand
With a pocket full of innocence, their entrance is grand
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