Lyrics:
and that good ass job
You never act wild in the hood in your car
You so classy... so flashy
I ain't trippin' girl, you could be nasty
Got me a cute ass
short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we
[Shaunta]
Yeah Shaunta, Shae Jones
Remix, yeah
I want me a bad boy
I need me a bad boy
Gotta have me a bad boy
Would you be my bad boy?
I-I-I, and I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
Oh, you just keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
My
Gettin' high
Mellow
Knocked out
Feeling good
And by the time
I look on the wall
At the old clock on the wall
By that time
It was ten thirty daddy
I
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
Gettin' high
Mellow
Knocked out
Feeling good
And by the time
I look on the wall
At the old clock on the wall
By that time
It was ten thirty daddy
I
It feels good to know that I can be by your side
It feels good
Having you around, show 'em the rhythm
Sure feels good to me, you know that I love
your ass is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that
you want to
Money I'ma front you, girl I wanna flaunt you (that's right)
I'ma always want you when nobody wants you (uh-huh)
If I die now my love'll
these record companies know what the fuck I want
'Cause they been fuckin black folks right from the start
When you sign that line tear your ass apart
Damon Wayans, homie don't play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
Goddamn, ain't no wishing over
me, nigga
I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—want you
Believe in me, send no money
I died on the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends they're making me a joke
They missed out what I
that's the way California raised ya
You're looking good, girl, huh, shakin' what your mama gave ya
You know it's alright 'cause we all naughty by nature
Put 'em up now put 'em up
MMG (Now put 'em up)
I don't know what these haters be talking
I pop any chick that I want
Put your girl in the back
Man I ain't gonna be shit in the morning after drinking that
If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you anything
I got to get out,
paint, wet look like it's a blue Martini (splash)
We be down on Collins, when we in Miami (in Miami)
Top down, shawty, said that "I ain't got no panties"
Hurt me so bad why you want to see me sad boy
I am tired of crying over you but I miss you so much
I don't know what to do
Seems that I gotta move
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
I've seen her type before
She's so dangerous
That girl is so dangerous
That girl is a bad girl, yeah
I see you got that fire
By the way that
I want
Girl, don't let me down
Just once in my life
Let me hold on to a good thing I found
Don't let me down
Baby, say that you'll be stayin'
from the condo
Say that ain't a good combo?
Hey! I see you flashing me your taillights
Babe, we can do anything you feel like
No need
up (up)
It seems like nowadays everybody breakin' up (up)
That shit can break you down if you lose a good girl
I guess you need a bad bitch to come
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