Lyrics:
Oh look out
She came in through the bathroom window,
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wonders
By the banks of her own
then you won't be mindin' mine.
I got a little gal that wears her hair up high,
the boys all whistle when she walks by.
why don't you mind your own
on sight
Shawtys an cTown girl
Got her own money but she never pay to get inside no lie Love me a cTown girl
So if you lookin for her know that she with me
She knows her mind all right, your auntie Grizelda,
She says she knows my kind, she might, maybe so
Oh, yeah, she's raised you right, your auntie
gal that wears her hair up high
The fellers all whistle when she walks by
Why don't you mind your own business (mind your own business)
Yeah mind
never dry
And I just call her bae, and she just call me Gotti
Ain't no relationship, we just fuckin' shop
She got her own bread, shawty scoop me in
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun,
Best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip,
And make a man understand where she's comin'
Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
Yo, this one here
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't
too much
That's why she got her own money
She wanna visit with Doctor Miami
I wanna jack couple shots in Miami
I'm with Jidenna so I got a suit
So when
till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
must die by my own hand
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
Hey, hey, she's better off without me
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone
I took myself down to the Tally-Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer
I sat me down by a tender young maiden whose eyes were as dark as her hair
She laughed it off like lemonade
When you're in love, you can be blinded by your own heart
You'll bend your own truth, so twisted up you could
head of fire
Go think the same thing and never tire
Imaginin' the glow of her long clean hair
As she goes to sit on her own high chair
And it's
got ass
She got 'em stuffed in them boy shorts covered up with lil' hearts
Her partner got 'em laced, cut right below the waist
You can tell they got
then you won't be mindin' mine.
I got a little gal that wears her hair up high,
The boys all whistle when she walks by.
Why don't you mind your own
I heard she got her own
Heard she drive a Beemer and she got it on her own
Heard she was a dreamer but she sleeping all alone
I just wanna meet
was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no
I don't need to be loved by you (loved by you)
La-la, la-la, la
She got her hair pulled back
head of fire
Go think the same thing and never tire
Imaginin' the glow of her long clean hair
As she goes to sit on her own high chair
And it's
thighs and her breasts made to get ya
She bad enough to make you write her number on the back of your girlfriend's picture
She got a walk like she
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, Cherie amour, to a belle
Merci, you
would have to give her son a goodbye kiss
Going, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode
She finally got the letter
rhythm to my feet
And when we, when we do it do it to the beat
She like, "My Melody" done by Eric B. and Rakim
'Cause she be rockin' me steadily, yo
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