Lyrics:
Yeah
Yeah
{Sammy Woods Production}
Yeah
Yeah yeah
I came from the back ohh {okay, let's go}
I came from the back yeah {yeah}
I came from the back
I
the blender
Uncle Sammy's waiting
Incidental when you try
To press a giants might
I know kung-fu
I've been training
Like i'm Kenny Mason
Free my brothers
From
the heat like Miami
I'm tryna win me a Grammy
Hit that little bitch Sosa no Sammy
Aye they said they can't stand me
Fuck that little bitch so I need me
It seems to me I've heard that song before
It's from an old familiar score
I know it well, that melody
It's funny how a theme recalls a favorite
the Lamby
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy,
mami, make my pockets look like sumo
I got money out the ass, I finger pop you in your culo
When I hit you with that, you know (you know)
You know
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma little nasty girl
I love ma little
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
at
In Detroit, ain't no fucking freestylin, ain't no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four Regal and I'm grindin
Detroit, know my name
In
to flip but he got flopped
Said it was his corner let him know his corner's on my block
I know your fantasy, don't Stay, I ain't Jodeci
When I used
'm flyer than the pilot
I dont need no stylist
I just need my deposits
You know me I pop shit
You know me I'm the trending topic
I am what you talking about
I said call a couple of your friends
'Cause me and my buddy Ben
We're gonna be back by to get you, little later on
Haha, yeah
When the stars
hit it two times (two)
You know what happens by the third, hit a few times (hahaha, uh, yeah)
No judgement 'cause everybody has to make a little, uh
his damn hands on (Matty Trump motherfucka)
And then my life was what I planned for
Ya you can catch me at the airport flyin' first class
Know I
I got a hot new flow
With an old school soul
And a little bit of cherry on top
I don’t need no fake love
No kiss no hug
Pretty soon know the kid gon
wasn't feeling bad enough
Then escape to the club
To dance away this big woe
And there Sammy saved my life
And I still don't think she knows
Birds break
throne, guayabera
And we just clowning on what we call some, monedera
Call me Sammy wild child from the isles
I can go forever like an old fashioned
'm a maniac jack ripper
Shawty bad need a glass slipper
Little she know I'm a glass sipper
Product good I'm a fast flipper
Don't count my chicken before it
the realest out
Everybody know me who's somebody to know
(Somebody to know)
Watch me mind my business while I'm counting my dough
(While I'm counting my
peace and niggas still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin, my military mind
Make me
peace and niggas still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin, my military mind
Make me
Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know I'm trying to pick
time to stay
Run Samson run, on your mark you better start
I'd rather trust a hungry lion than a gal with a cheatin heart
Oh Delilah made Sammy's life
choose you
A kinda girl I'm used to
Face like Nia Long, skin Tov Lo, yeah
Body like the 'licious, money like Oprah
Sammy LJ take me to your home now
Knock
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