Lyrics:
the waste down, stop it
Said I'm hot pill to swallow fella
But I can make you feel better
I got my hair in a pony tail
And by all mean
Trust me I can
the bed into a stage and then perform
Your body's getting hot girl I could feel its warm
I show you what I'll do
If I could be up in the middle
Real hot girl shit
(d.a. got that dope)
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Her friends and mom hate me (go)
Lay down on the bed, do
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy
flew in from the gulf like a hot wet kiss
You blew her mind fast as a bullet train
that's what she gets for loving a hurricane
Waah waah- wind
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
The switch is made,
Waiting for deliverance,
It's hot in July,
My appetite wet,
Under surveillance,
Rising from the gutter
His fate is
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
lets ride nigga
we gettin high realize they all die nigga
them Hot Boys started ridin
{B.G.}
we gonna fire nigga wet em real good
the roof
Raise the roof because it's all on fire
Not done by the sun or electrical wire
Not done by sons stricking matches with
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
chase a nigga down and touch him
Catch him and bust him
Bitch, get out the way
The baby uz' while I spray
I wet a nigga like a hydrant
On a hot summer day
So Modern
He's hot
He makes you wet
(He makes you wet)
You covet
His glance
(His glance)
Give him
All you can
(All you can)
yours, it's yours, all yours
Now I'm gonna tell you about this gizzay
This gizzay's hot, wet, juicy, and clean
This gizzay's hot, wet, juicy, and clean
Uh
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
Anywhere no matter what; I got my good friends by my side
And either way the time ago but I don't want these 3 months to die
'Cause in this wet hot american
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
to find
I snatch up the real hot ones and make 'em mine
I let my track record speak instead of me
On a level that the halfway players will never see
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