Lyrics:
See the house, open the door
It's alright, it's alright
This is the house where we used to play
We're open nights, we're open days
It's alright,
Big Za
The biggest, nigga
I be makin' plays like Phil Jackson, baby
Come and fuck with Mr. Make it happen, baby, yeah
Yeah
Fuck they talkin'
will spoil you, baby you will see
Call me crazy, but baby move in with me
You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house
on baby
You’ll no longer play a part
V2
If you wanna play house baby
I don’t wanna be your maid
I need someone to love me right
Not treat me like their
school
His best friend wouldn't listen didn't make good grades
Coach kicked him off the team wouldn't let 'em play
So he stopped going to school
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Nah nah)
Recline it fourty-five dеgrees (Oh oh)
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze
(Limе a squeeze)
really liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat
Splat, like deja vu
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
really liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat
Splat, like deja vu
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
Little rapping*
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and your commercial
baller
And I done made a couple bitches wanna holla and skwalla
The way I, get down baby I don’t play
I’m talking I ninety five all the way to the bay
I
can be as one
Let's get to know each other better
I can sing you a song, and you can write me a love letter
[Chorus:]
Baby, you can do it, take
grace
Spread, call me Lil' Baby and 42 Dugg
Or should I say 420 Dugg, he's next to me
He's buff
Hold on, let me go in, 941 shit, Florida shit
Yeah I'm
ride
Tell my girl that I'll be at the studio lie
No one will know I've even arrived
I'ma show up at 4 and be out the door before 5
Let me get inside (You
bought"
"Oh, five percent, huh? You should be givin' up fifty percent as much time you takin' up
Next caller, please, let me hear somebody on the line
wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma
They add grams, now I
just- a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin'- like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama- me better
Pavlov hits me with more bad news
Every time I answer the phone
So I play and I sing and I just let it ring
All day when I'm at home
love I hit the curb, yea yea yea
I don't wanna leave, let's make it work, yea yea yea
Walk around the house in your Gucci shirt, yea yea yea
Jumped in
Hey, hey, miss thang, how you gon' miss me?
I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game
You Teena Marie, and baby, I'm Rick James
Excuse me, where
the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down, like
ain't missin' shit
You got five minutes and that's it
Or you finna be walkin' bitch
Now I let Mojaee talk his shit
She wanna slide to the whore house
you know is
The rhythms I recycle sometimes prehistoric
The mic for the popcorn's like it's metaphoric (metaphoric baby)
So many different factors
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