Lyrics:
Put on my best
I can't believe that she's so fresh
If she is impressed
This could be the start to my happiness
She seem so fly
Born in '88
not gonna reach my telephone
Cause I'm out in the club
And I'm sipping that bubb
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
I've had a little bit too
bat, remember that?
One happy black man I be
When my L.A. bunny want to trip with me
Her name is Teresa
She was freakier than me, but I figured I could
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
Yeah, heh heh
S-N-P, hmm, for you
Brand New, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[Chorus]
Boy toy, I love you so
Temporary lover, never let you go
I spend my
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
Haakon gonna split the defense like a needle and a thread
Wake up early hit the club man I gotta get that bread
I be steppin' on that pedal 'til my RPM's
Wyte]
Strolling in the club VIP automatically
First three drinks are free as long as I get the bartender some green
Walk back to my seat hoes are peeping
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
shorty, you love me
And I love you too
And I promise I'll be true to you
Go shawty, it's your birthday (Woo)
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
to clubs, and dance
Just take into my hand
Do you wanna roll with me
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde
Be by your side
I'm more than a lover, more than a woman
And I'd do it again and again
We can be lovers and we can be friends
There's no reason for us to pretend shawty
I'm riding with you until the end
Babygirl
pudding clubs about to overflow
Holla at La Thunderoe tell him to put off some clothes
Get down to the club it's crunk as fuck I know he'll pull some hoes
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
now you gotta get ready,
You set my heart on fire,
Everybody knows I am your lover,
Take me back to the motherland.
You set my heart on fire,
Everybody
Québec
Club La Boom next spot, 1738 shots
Bottles of Cîroc while my man Roots rocks
Shorty sipping Molson Dry, zonin' off that Cha Cha
No doubt I feel
ways
Got me missing my old bae
Life gets in the way, you know that I'll stay
LA Single
Masturbating getting so habitual
It's a passionless ritual, please
a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers
you too
And I promise I'll be true to you
Go shorty, it's your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
It's the kid that flip flows
wit some L.A. freaks, baby
It's Friday night
[Chorus]
Straight sellin' with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-see
It's Friday night
With your false disguise, yeah, yeah
I ain't fuckin' around no more
Don't hear me, all she hear was sha-la-la-la
If she could, she could see my final
my abnormality
One's better than the other
That must be how God want it to be
Gotta keep in the genes
Only fucking with my family
Pornhub? nah- past
I go to LA
They say I'm Max B in the modern day
All these niggas wanna rob my way
Niggas talk behind your back
And hide they face
I played the hand I
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve (what's that on your sleeve?)
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking
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