Lyrics:
Gonna find us a couple of glasses
Gonna pour us a bottle of wine
There ain't no better way to get this
Long week behind us
I put my dancing dress
Then I saw her pretty little face standin' right by the exit
I said, "It's funny that you here 'cause I know this really ain't your thing"
She said,
yeah
I'm gonna get there yet
Some days you laugh, some days you cry
Sometimes it feels like the world
Has passed you right by
But everybody's got
I pull in a Ken
Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (grrah)
All of the Barbies is pretty (damn)
All of the Barbies is bad
It girls (It girls) and we ain't
all the spots that you ain't even know was there
Ha, and you ain't even have to ask twice
You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice
screen and shoot a little love scene
If Hollywood had called her she'd be gone before you're holler, come on
Pretty little lady with the pretty pink
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
I pull in a Ken
Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (grrah)
All of the Barbies is pretty (damn)
All of the Barbies is bad
It girls (It girls) and we ain't
I pull in a Ken
Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (grrah)
All of the Barbies is pretty (damn)
All of the Barbies is bad
It girls (It girls) and we ain't
dollar tip for my barber
You could tell I'm a rich nigga by my collar
I ain't fuck your bitch, nigga, but she swallow (ugh)
Ooh, clip longer than
There's a little lady on my block
Guess she's about 35
Has about 7 kids, ain't never been married
Hasn't done anything with her life, yeah
all the spots that you ain't even know was there
Ha, and you ain't even have to ask twice
You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
and dry without a word
Seemed a pity
My ma was pretty
But I soon learned life ain't that way
And I can remember hearing her weeping
While we were
and watch the traffic panic, it sails away
Look at this...It's Christmas Day...
Christmastime in Motor City
But things ain't really pretty
Leather,
by the terrible light
[Chorus]
It's coming for me
Ooh, ooh,ooh, ooh
Oh look into the golden frames
Stare into the golden frames
Be careful
ooh yeah
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind
And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing with you
Monday
Took her for
it's private
Damn, I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
ooh yeah
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind
And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing with you
Monday
Took her for
'em laugh at her no more
Gonna make people look at her
Like they never did before
Oh, Lazy Susan
I know you wanna live there
'Cause you ain't
And she never leavin' you alone (damn)
Watch her put ya opps on a throne (damn)
Got you wavin' pretty white flags, fiendin' for that cash
Thinkin' it'll
she's home in the window
Waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair
When they wrestle her upstairs
Cause you know we ain't gonna come
Ah, I ain't
at night, she gone by the mornin' (gone)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up (yeah)
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
no longer leaping, he's sleeping
While you pussy niggas is sleeping, I'm thinking
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winking
Bob Marley got me
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