Lyrics:
the way to the zipper
I really love you hot girl but I got to flip her
Chorus :
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I
you cannot assess me (Cut)
I don't even know her, but she be saying hey to me
No I ain't talking Jessie
She be pulling both side, boys and girls, uh
into a water tap, drip-drip
London boy, I'm on my Slick Rick
I like my chick fit, gyally wonder if I got a-
Baby, save it for the group chat, still
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
top, have you throwin’ up the set
Can I pull up on you when the block hot
No call no text
She a classy girl, but she freaky
Only off on the weekend
It's like six girls waiting on a phone call but I want a piece from the east side
And she's so bad, and her teeth white
Yea, she looks so mean, but I
'Bout nine-fifteen
My girl say she got the same message, same thing
A few days, yeah, we're cool
Then you disappear like I'm a fool (yeah)
You told me
[Chorus] x 4
[Master P talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By
On the beat is Davido
Yeah yeah Shizzi e
Sina Rambo
New school things yeah
And I'll take you overseas girl
And I'll buy you diamond rings girl
I
the girls that's in love with theyself
This for all the girls that done did it by theyself
This for all the girls that's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
This for all
take him by the hand
I hope to help him understand
He looks at me right in the eye
Inside I secretly wanna die
He was a young boy when he fell in love
harder and harder to be me
I must find that Florida Key
Just standing on the curb watching for boats
While them boys and girls pass by on their big
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
A Stripper" like T-Pain
Er' weekday, up in the club like Lis' Raye
Makin' niggas make it rain like Lil Wayne
Boy, mami tottsie rollin' that pole
I ain't
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting there for me
I think about the salt sea
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
right now,
Yes
See
And i see this people is very very very cold man
The girls them, walla
The girls them, wynah
Rude boys them chilla
Rude boys them
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
(the girls)
The boys wanna be her (the boys)
I wanna be her
Yes I do
The way you rock, don't stop (or lone star)
Girl, you got the chops
’m knocking at the club bottle popping
I am not your average girl
All ladies …boy pleaseeeee
You still at your momma house
I just bought my second house
Boss
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
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