Lyrics:
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
fucking with Cosby
Since I was ten, you damn right
Any means necessary, get the campaign right
Very emotional I'm a Gemini, I love
Hard and I fight harder,
brains through that flo’ then (Gotta watch me, yea)
Gotta watch out for them snakes cause them the ones that get you loafin’
The same bitch say she love
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
Hit up “Da Strip Club”
Whole bunch of whores
We throwing them dollas
They craving some more
All for the washingtons
She kneel on the flo
& im
Love it when I say morning baby
She ain't hearing good byes
In kitchen
She cook right
In the kitchen I cook right
Cook pies
Hard times she stood by Me
Million tempted by female, them smelling so good
She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho' should
Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I'm so
Dive in that pussy girl know how I’m movin’
Overseas Drip she ain’t never seen a shoota
Ice Cream jeans we ain’t shoppin on computers
Born with the style
A Pisces lady loves romance (She loves romance)
Her movements tell you at a glance (She loves to dance)
Why they say Pisces rules the dance (She
She's So Chic
(c)2014 By Tyrone Jackson-Jordan and Michael Battle
[She's So Chic
She's So Chic
She's a perfect rounded ten She's a prize hen.
She's
Ha! Yo!
Man hol' up (Ayyy!)
My car went from ice cream paint to fruit roll up. (Yaa!)
They hatin' on me, So what!? (So what!)
The game I'm 'bout
put on that skirt
She wants to get naughty; we can get bad
She's a good girl with the good girl dance
I'm ice cream, she's a hot swirl
We can get
shawty walking slow
She wanna make some money so I told her where to go
Shake that ass I’m throwing hunnids leave ‘em scattered on the flo’
Now she going
how I feel when I feel I'm with you
I had to learn the truth her love ain't true
Reminiscing how I felt with you
She like me allot
I can tell by the way
how I feel when I feel I'm with you
I had to learn the truth
Her love ain't true
Reminiscing how I felt with you
She like me allot
I can tell by the way
make no mistakes, me make no complaints
I love how she think she graduated with that brain
She go to
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is
sell by the dozen
She call me a boy but she know that I'm fucking
And I'm making her cream when she speaking in Russian
Love to hit from the back cause
sell by the dozen
She call me a boy but she know that I'm fucking
And I'm making her cream when she speaking in Russian
Love to hit from the back cause
grammar I I just wanna by my mama a phantom
I remember she told me have to good manners imma do for you you was dad and Santa
Lookin for paradise in life
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
over the years
This therapist got up in her head
Led her to believe without him she'd be dead
You know, they fell in love with one another
Everything
love with me
Bitches ain't worth a thang all these hoes they be choosing
She thought she was smooth
But I'm onto that, thinking she linked my bro
in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar
(Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit
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