Lyrics:
yo' ho
Hol' on hol' up wait no they
Don't go they fucked the GOAT
(Brr) hello hello hello hello
I fucked yo' bae
Just like Jodeci she tryna stay I said
of cellulite
Ham on, ham on
Ham on whole wheat, all right
My zippers bust, my buckles break
I'm too much man for you to take
The pavement cracks when I
I see you struttin' in your miniskirt
A crooked smile with a heart
That did plenty dirt
Will it work with your ass as you pass me by?
Sayin' "hey"
not yet
But while summer, I bet
I get my next child from her
Have a baby by me playin' as loud as I wanna
My checks, they pile, runneth over
Older
and velcro and laces and ties
Zippers and undies that aren't the right size
But I'm getting dressed by myself today
I'm getting dressed by myself
I'm getting
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
your little black dress, that was promised by six
Is it just rotten luck, when we're doing the town
That the fates should conspire, to let us mortals
On the side tryna pull it out da zipper
She say want a star
Well I'm da big dipper
Meet me by da bar
They call me the big tipper
Babygirl you know who
picture
Take yo hoe and fuck her on the low just like a whisper
Dom Perignon by the pitcher
I used to eat at Crystal's
Nah I'm just lying, I used to meet
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
don't stay, I ain't Jodeci
When I used to juggle y'all was crumbs, who didn't notice me?
But now you see me in a magazine, on your TV screen
Featuring Twiztid
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Remix!
Let me ask
I passed by
Lord knows ion need another dui
Living in a city where you do or you fucking die
Both hands out the top I can touch the sky
Look at ya
These done, twist and baking
Catch your favors, getting favors
Getting zippers, it's on the river
Like I kill 'em, strap feel 'em
Barely feel
out and some just fell apart
Drinkin' from the bottle and singin' from the heart
Harlan sang us Heartaches By The Number one more time
Johnny tell us
to breathe
'Cause we don't even care
To shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where
Our bones will rest to dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed by
to text each other 'fore we go to sleep
I don't know shit about no Jodeci
But you gon' suck me to his music while I sit back thinkin', smoke my weed
begin the weekend with a groove
Roll about eight deep now what's my next move
Waitin' to nightfall so I can enjoy
System pumped by four Jeeps, runnin'
with a Elf ear
Hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby
On my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
say I'm trippin'
Plus I got Maybelline smeared right below my zipper
I'm a kama sutra reader and a conjure drinker
Hot on the stove, smoking like
after dark
And it ain't 'till twelve 'till the party really starts
And I always had to be home by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin
Crowds
can you speak that?
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...
The Ripper, down with my zipper
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
Tryna knock
after dark
And it ain't 'till twelve 'till the party really starts
And I always had to be home by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin
Crowds
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