Lyrics:
know that's not the way to be
Don't want isolation, but the air it makes me cold
Drive it, baby, drive it, drive this demon out of me
Take me to your
and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was
just like Bisquick, I mix quick delivery
So baby, maybe we could go and throw a birthday bash
Roll a Frankie J up, puff puff and pass
Lifted, shifted,
baby
I'm getting lazy
It's getting rainy
Call me maybe
Sweet like gravy
Windows shady
You my lady
I'm grinding know I'm making minimum wage
I'm twisting,
on you (say what?)
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone in my bedroom
Baby can we bone, and get it on?
Tell me, lady, how you like me
It’s like a black man heaven here
My nigga 2 Chainz bringing 2
Cups and extendo blunts
It’s all bay when that nigga baby pull up
Pull up in
baby
Might buy you something, that head good
Now let me pinch on that donkey lady
Drop that bitch, drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Drop that bitch, drop
Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
My hump, my
they can't fuck wit me
My baby told me take a flick
Cuz she said that I look pretty
I'm so fluid, I'm so dippy
Shorty got that wet, wet drippy
(Wet, wet,
Baby, look at me, mama love you
And I know you ain't no little boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
It seems like only yesterday I was holding
Baby, look at me, mama love you
And I know you ain't no little boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
It seems like only yesterday I was holding
90's
Baby
Gang
Why can't you act like you my lady
Every night I'm out there grinding you be going crazy
I got 5 kids to feed so I'm out there
Walt
That's that boy Walter, I done had a daughter
Rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter
It done got cold, money done unfold
Let me come down
thinking about you lately,
girl why won't you be my lady (won't you be my lady)
I I I I ...
I can't find my baby ( I can't find my baby)
and its askin about
So, Miss Nicki Minaj
What do you say to people that say
You're trying to be something that you're
Not like Lady Gaga or Madonna and
You're doing things
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
that pussy)
So please don’t call my phone if
It ain’t about them digit's"
(Baby, don’t call my phone, bitch
I don’t wanna talk to you) why? 'Cause
I just
Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby
Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby
Such a sexy, sexy
that flavor by the pound
Let me get some mami
Let me get some mami
Let me be your papi
Let me be your papi
You can be my baby
Will you be my baby girl
probably steal the moon (Hahahahaha)
Ladies love me yeah that's hype only 'cause it's 'cause my future's hella bright (yuh)
My team is so fine, full of guys
things that aren't true
My lady, yes, my lady
(My lady)
If you knew what I knew
Time passes by
The only tears I cry
Are filled with disillusion
And fears
Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
My hump, my
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
Topboy Millarbwoy-My lady
Ugh, my life revolve in you baby boo
Remember when we making this bands together
The money coming with the fame, but these
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