Lyrics:
a city slicker and I'm counting on you"
She's got a country guy who whistles
My whistle is thin
Ain't it a sin
So when I begin, that's where you come
my hands up high
I paid for them titties, get your own
It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne
She say I care more about them Basquion's,
thought there was commission
Ooh ooh why lie you know you won't do it
Ooh ooh I tried they know I'm going through it
Still human im still human so when I do
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
won't tell you to get off and I ain't fakin when you rubin yo hands through my hair got me fellin amazing yo thick thighs and yo pretty eyes got this
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk)
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
will birth the skies blue
Disguise you
You will be my boy toy in your prime ooh
Purple Hues and Mahogany Highlights
She only wanna fuck when the times
You pretty with it
Got a few problems but it's alright 'cause she been dealin' with 'em
Sometimes she come and stay overnight, but she ain't livin'
my hoes like a option
If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh
I'm livin' life like a rockstar
Pullin' up, stretch limousines
To look at me, that
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just
in cash and she's gonna survive"
Look at the clock, pitch black, it's 11:05
Hung up the phone you know I put that shit in Hyper-drive
Then I call my
a passion for it
And she respects that I'm rapping but she ain't catting for it
See that's the perfect balance
There's nothing better than a girl with
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
Wake up in the morning and I'm getting to them bands (yeah)
Shawty say she love me even though she got a man (woah)
I don't give no fucks do it look
a madness to my head
We ain't together so there's no breaking up
And it don't look like were gonna argue so there's no making up
I can tell that I'm
she is
Ooh! Damn baby girl, look at you!
Comin on the block lookin fresh and brand new
Ooh! Headwrap cover your hairdo
Pretty feet peekin'
she say, I grab the latex
Off of me, and throw it away to be safe
And I give her the getaway-look and I say softly
We gotta move, my bus is leaving
a city slicker and I'm counting on you"
She's got a country guy who whistles
My whistle is thin
Ain't it a sin
So when I begin, that's where you come
Ooh Shit Damn
Take me by the hand
Whisper in my ear
You my number 1 fan
Ooh no ma'am
We can make plans
Until she took my picture
Tryna put me
and then the doorbell rang
A beauty queen damn I ain't have a chance to get clean
Look how she walked in
Noticed her pretty skin
Minimal mascara devilish
her, oh, oh
You so bad so I can't ignore ya, ignore ya
Ooh
She from the tropics like the mango (Mango)
Fell in love with this motherfuckin' bankroll
There she goes again
Lookin' like she just stepped out a magazine
Such a pretty thing
There she goes again
Knowin' there's a chance that she
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