Lyrics:
clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go
Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By
just want you to know that. Because we always thought we could get, you know, we could get reality by just putting on the clothes and wearin' the face
'Cause she knows she's good
She's fed up of should
She puts on her red hood
And rides into the woods
If I knew I'd live in shame
Just to be near you i
sexy clothes and her Benz got me so alive
She whispered in my ear, "Let's take a little drive"
Cruisin' down these streets, with her by my side
9pm
Yeah yeah yeah
It's getting hot out here dear
Spring time make you
Take your clothes off
Summertime make you
Take your clothes
Good Sex make you
Take
just talking about two guys
That she dated in the past and
What they're good at and what
They bought her and what they said
To her it's just cheeky
Like
HOOK M.A.R
Late Night She Pickin Up My Phone Call
She Know I like her Better With her Clothes off Beat The Pussy Up & The I Doze Off Beat The Pussy
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
first
Bad bitches
In the friendzone
African queen
In the end zone
Taking her home
In a benzo!
Fuck what you say
I can just point my finger
And it's over,
undressing
A woman who named Andrea her husband who go by Derek or Derryl
I cant remember
This shit happened in December or somewhere ‘round in the Winter
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
good and so was I, I must say - word
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes
She kicked her
buttons on her shirt so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car
We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story
how she
Says our last name anymore
The emphasis she puts on it
Like she's speaking in italics, "Veodrum"
"Row 57A, b" he doesn't look at her
And she
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
Frankie was a good girl, everybody know,
She paid one hundred dollars for Albert's suit of clothes
He's her man, but he did her wrong Frankie went
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
control
It's good for my soul
It's good for my soul
It's good for my soul, yeah
Out in moonlight
Just me and you time
Just slip out them clothes, yeah
Why
on her toes
And we fuck with no clothes
Cost about 300 for the O
See how much you can roll
Kush is all that I know
I passed that shit to yo ho
And we fuck
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
She a real pop bitch
She a real pop queen
She a real icon
She the real deal thing
I’m tryna slide in and show her real bling
Real ice real glam
ride the dick and grip her tight, she can't run forever
Good pussy, have me in the house like I'm stuck on Tether
Tell a bitch I wanna fuck her friend
blaze upon your head
Born it seems without a name, but her family name has so many songs about it, I was compelled to explore it
But got locked in by
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