More money, more riches, More freaky, model misses. Six four booty make it hit switches, Shawty sitting on forty inches. I like her, she like me, I wanna love her, she wanna love me That happening is unlikely, I got a Thongs where the celiling fan lights be Spinning like a tornado Then I eat it up like it's gourmet food Then I beat it up like boom, boom, boom, Then I get ghost like zoom Climb on top of me, underneath the sheets, Cause I'm about to take you down, And change your last name to Mrs. Brown.
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If I don't give it to her, She gon' take it, But when she do it to you She be faking. She's a five star chick on my A list, I have her body bent over like the Matrix. I ain't mad at her, do your thing, girl! I bet you never had an R&B singer I promise you I'll never go back, So let me hit it out the park It go V.A., L.A., New York, Atlanta, Houston, Chi-Town rolling on the tour bus, I seen a lot of ladies but I'm feelin you I've gotta let you know Shawty you can get it!
She know she could get it, get it, She know she could get it, get it, She know she could get it, get it, So I'mma give it to her With that ghetto kamasutra 2xTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.