Lyrics:
and all they say is blah blah
Slim thick black chic
Twerk videos, making money real quick
F* a education she got her a baby daddy
Turn tricks, make
It's 11:05, I'm sitting outside, your side chic house and you trying to hide
I'm slashing up tires, and cutting up wires, cuz you wanna have little
to love you like Jesus
Theres no love better
Hes put us together
Our hearts have been tethered
Until forever
Loving you like chic fila
Baby, it is my
on the dash might speed
By a nigga so fast that boy Jah all in his bag duffle bags they full
Of cash dog brown bitch fat ass no Kash Doll she fucked then threw
Doing it the doll way
Said It's always all fun & games
Until the doll comes out to play
Barbie land you in my world
Baby just enjoy your stay
Love gone
Messin' Around on Da Bayou
aka Messin' Round in Da Moonlight
Music & Lyrics by Joyce A. Huston, Zalma Lipsky
Published by Lady J Huston Music
New
I’m bringing sweets for my sweet and honey for my honey when I come back home
I’m bringing sugar for my sugar, baby dolls for my baby doll, apples for
at me with those baby doll eyes
What am I to do
You're the best thing that has ever come in my life
Oh god it's true
You bark like crazy and you never
bygones
And go find someone new now
To tear off your nylons
Oh don't talk to me in that baby doll voice
And spare me the crocodile tears
You can save it
a star in the making, NASA
Oh my god
Call the coast guard, I've been drippin' so hard
Oooh baby doll, come away from that bar, yea yea
We ain't leavin
in my bag, these bitches is mad
These bitches can choke, because I am the gag
I am the doll, these bitches is wack
And I could not be read, by a fat
of Iran and I'm not the Pope
But my name is on the Walk of Fame like Bob Hope
Baby doll, bust the sketch, don't forget
That I'm a trooper and you're
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
a minha BABY DOLL
Eu meto a pic* ela enlouquece
Sentando muito me deixou
Ton-to-to-to
Vadi* geme me deixando
Zon-zo-zo-zo
Misturando um copo de Lean
Ela
that it's gas by the texture, whipping shit in the lab like I'm dexter
When I pull up, ain't no nigga fresher, got yo bitch tapping out like a wrestler
to the sky
Smile at all the people passing by
With you
I do
It’s true
I’m turning in and out with you
Up and down and all around this blue
Sailing under
Hailie when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you
Lying here next to you, talking bout all the things he put you through
How you caught him with a side chic
Then he tried to hide it
Leaving him is
game nigga
I'm talking about that real shit
That shit that make you go to jail baby
That new shit nigga
Man hold on Zane
Drop this shit
Gold
I just want
Aww
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
I ain't nothing like the next chic
Ain't no body flyer than organchics
If you see me in the street I'm probably headed
by step
I really like it slow
You can call me
Like it slow
Plus you know my fans
You know they like it slow
But not them slow songs
That's why I like
around the clock
Baby doll it's you and me so just rock
Breakdown
All you superficial rappers will cease to exist
If I come into a party hitting
pigtails in your hair
No more silly looks with a childish glare
No more doll for you to play
No more dumbness in the things you say
You're a big girl
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