Lyrics:
The house stood empty on a corner
Waiting for a brand new owner
A soldier off to war who had to leave his bride alone
She couldn't buy too many
dat nigga
Hey baby
What's happenin', honey?
How you doin'?
I miss you
The kids keep askin' where's their papa?
I had to tell 'em daddy got
Baby it's a rendezvous
We can link shorty
Me and you
Ooooh
Baby it's a rendezvous
Baby it's a rendezvous
We can link shorty
Me and you
Slide
Can't nothin' come break this up with the chatter wheel
All of my niggas a package deal I drag white just for Emmett Till
88, baby, born brazy Can't stick
I bought a brand new airmobile
It was custom made
It was a Flight DeVille
With an outboard motor
And some hideaway wings
Push in
a cool breeze
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Not a gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey, be my love
Ooh, brand new boots I bought ya, fine, fine, blew your mind
Fin'ly thought I caught ya and your love was mine all mine
I see you walk by with other
So there’s about a million ways
To make a million dollars
I know some chicks who try to
Make it from they baby fathers
I know some niggas that will
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
It's just another Christmas Day without you baby
And I pray it's the last one without you
Boxing Day is not the same without you honey
And I hope
a cool breeze
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Not a gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey, be my love
breeze
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Not a gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey, be my love
Sweetest
breeze
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Not a gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey, be my love
Sweetest
well
Ain't a gambler but honey I'd put money on myself
(Ohh) All I want to do is bottle it to sell
'Cause my brand of vainglory is much better for
I know some off brand weenies Oscar Myer
Got lil homies talking shit but they can't put out the fire
They said they want the smoke but they lying
I bought a brand-new air-mobile
It's a custom-made, 'twas a Flight De Ville
With a powerful motor and some hideaway wings
Push in on the button
ain't got it bitch
I been falling getting up and all kinda shit
Ya boy been falling and getting back up
Pouring that shit in my cup
Smoking that shit by
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
at your cute face
And lookin' at your 8 by 10 in my suitcase
Ain't been with my honey in a long while
And when I get a hold of you, mmm child (oh, yeah)
your honey
I do trees
I don’t do no double c
Lock myself with two bitches in the WC
Nigga overseas
Fresh like a breeze
I’m a hornet, you’re a bee
Boy I
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy B
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie) Man
(Hey, come
Slide out ya clothes
And baby take off your shoes
That coochie got me so confused
That I don't know what to do
(Taste so sweet) daddy, divine
I got
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
It's a brand new day
Got a bitch on me
She think I'm cute
She wanna have sex
He ain't wanna get his girl on a leash
Now he outside sittin there cryin
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