Lyrics:
Cheesecake a cherry chocolate
Put your little kisses on my cheeks cause I need
You know Im weakened by your virtues
Play a little game a wapa dapa dapa do
Put
on my P's and Q's
I was just runnin' through P's with Q
Soakin' up game from Cheese D-Nice, Poyo
Tellin' me to see it through
And watch who you bring with
I don't need you to be thinking about my health every day
Eyes blinking, bodies sinking, but I'm breathing
I'll be okay
I like to cry
These eyes have
Switch it up in the XL-5, Prada down
Tell me, do you like this thug-ass sound
No Q, definitey about to blaze your town, what?
[No question]
Shout
im anything to go by
You asking
No why
Just passing wind as I go by
Deny my attempt at masking the farting
You got big nose roxanne steve martin
Sunny
ay ay
I got that, that oh my ay ay
I got that, that ay ay ay ay
I got that, that ay ay ay ay i got that
Ay ay ay ay, beso to me nice
Diamonds on my
like q tip or speaker
Runnin so much that i scuffed my sneaker
You drink to feel good and I spit my ether
I lost my pops
I seen a butterfly while kickin
on my time
Get up darlin'
Tie your shoes up nice and tight
The sun is rising
Don't let the moment pass you by
Don't be shy
It's okay to fly
Fly
Today's
Got a cute face
Nice waist
No lace
Real cake
Never on my level can you please stay back
Damn i'm looking good i don't know how to act
Got a cute face
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? The back-twister, lingerie-ripper
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya, uh
I
We know this
You a cute nigga if you
Hatin' 'cause I'm nice
Know that I'm ballin'
They call a nigga Jerry Rice
I'm back on my schedule
You know I'm
blessed)
It's all by His grace He made me the promise
He gon' be there til' the end (Let's go)
So I gave Him my life
Uh huh
I thank the Lord Jesus Christ
Yuh
Let's make him a little nervous
How are we gonna make you nervous?
Give him my number
I don't think you can
You sure? My shoes don't make you
him my number
I don't think you can
You sure? My shoes don't make you nervous?
Not at all
Are you sure? My wrists?
That's a nice wrist
How about
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
of the cornering task
Leaves a boy like me failing to live up to the ask
Of Q's chucked my way, stops me right in my tracks
I'll leave my A's on a post it, by your
the feeling of the cornering task
Leaves a boy like me failing to live up to the ask
Of Q's chucked my way, stops me right in my tracks
I'll leave my A's
meant to say that I ain't no preacher
Yeah, I'm a teacher, I'm a teacher, I said that I'm a teacher
And your girlfriend's nice and clean, but my voice is
on her too
im her hubby she ma boo
i'll always love her yes its true
so i get her different shoes different robbas different troops
Haa! by the way i had
like them Jordan shoes and I like Jordan pockets
If I can get these bitches off me I might be up my wallet, but I
Got a bitch on my lap a bitch on my
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
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