Lyrics:
I'm lovin'
Forget the last dance just to end up huggin', let's dance
[Tray Deee]
Lil' momma got a gang of ass
Plus that mini-skirt make me think
only by his grace
I can say 'look at me now'
If you love this joint right here
I want you to call your radio station in the morning
And I want you
by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front
'Cause baby, we're alright, right?
Right?
I, I wanna see you running through the field sometimes
I wanna see your eyes looking up, throw your hands
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
Throw it up fosho! Okay!
Nigga you scared to represent your click
I ain't never scared to rеpresent shit!
Goons on deck, tattеd up and
Ready for a fighter
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
I
roll leaf patching up the game's
Slow leak I'm Weezy Baby! See Lil Wayne Live
Get tickets as low as $108
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz) Ha ha haha
Let me catch my
the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with
funky
I got that Wayne Williams
Winnie the Pooh and Mr miyagi
And horse tranquilizers that will
Fuck up your body the wolves out hunting
They looking for
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Cowboy Carter
Time to strike a match and
Light up this juke joint
One-one-one by one, you hang them high
Your hands are steady and you sleep
go
Throw your fingers up
That's just the thug in me girl, you know
Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like
I know you've been searchin' for
on the flo'?
Damani's on the go and Mr. Lucc on the catch-up
Soopa Doopa behind, and baby this a set-up
Two-step with me, call your girls
I got two ref's
you bought it
Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business
I blow up every time we throw up a record
Depending on what you
the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with
feet up
I'ma make you bounce out this ho like Big Freedia
Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two liter
First private plane I ever rode was
wasted years
Face up, make your stand
And realize you're living in the golden years
Too much time on my hands
I got you on my mind
Can't ease this
Nothing sad as that day my girl father past away
So I promised to Mr. Rainey I'm gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for the way that
feel
Throw your motherfuckin' hands up
Everybody need to stand up
Gotta get your fuckin' bands up
Throw your motherfuckin' hands up
Jesus gang, Jesus
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
does he get home?
Don't worry I ain't gonna need your help
I'm gonna watch y'all go home by yourself
A lil' bit of my man's sweet love
Is a whole
over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror, like
Goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good
I said fuck
and perfect teeth, and Joan Collins. Now, class, take five minutes to make your decision. ... Times up! Well class?
Class: Throw over grandpa 'cause he's
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