[Are you willing to feel strange for a while? Escape yo' element You are now listening to Spicy 103 FM And the F is for fine motherfucker To all the brothers out there listening who know how to appreciate A strong-minded, hard-working sista Call us up at 877-B-L-A-C-K-L-U-V Tell us something good that you did for your lady And brothers, we appreciate you too Yo we do we love you Just keep coming with that stress-free loyal D Ya feel me? Caller #1 what have you done for your lady? Did you Uber helicopter or you copped the Mercedes?
It's me, JP honestly, I'ma come clean This n**** don't do nothing for me But run up on me with the same old sad story About a shorty in the streets acting horny Wild and dumb like I'm foul The typa shit that bug me when you come tryna hug me Smelling like Popeye's, chicken heads, and fries Don't look me in my eyes I just see pies and thighs Things we shoulda did future unborn kids Made our own porn just to watch with popcorn Wrote a love song just to show my heart warm Every picky bitch checklist got torn All your tees hoodies sweatpants was worn As my wifey uniform sunshine or thunderstorm The pussy perform professional Pretty pampered presentable Fuckboy credit unacceptable I predict 2016 you gon' be needing me like nicotine On your knees where you supposed to be Since you chose to pose like I ain't 'posed to be In your arms when you posted where them hoes a be I'm in the kitchen cooking chickens in my hosiery Hoping one day you'll probably propose to me Since you opened up your soul and exposed the G Fornicating under my grandmama rosary got a hold of me Gripping my waist slow grinding to Jodeci I was ready like R Kelly It was the fourteenth of February champagne and cherries Chit chatting with Christine killing time Hol up, I got another caller on the line
Caller #1's Man: Waddup I'm her bae the fuckin man of day Ayo I got something to say You knew that night was a date that I just couldn't make I was working late tryna cake to stunt on my birthday Then I hear you earing out my dirty draws in the worst way Why you calling from a phone I pay for in the first place? Talking 'bout Popeyes do you remember our first date?
Brazilian steakhouse with the unlimited plates, great Café up on Ludlow where we kissed and just ate crepes Nobu up in Malibu soul food up in Flatbush too Relationships are more than food and lusty interactions dude Subject of attraction true love is just a battle field Wiping these whack ass n***** off the back of my windshield Acting up caught you slipping tripping on banana peels Now your heart is at the fuckin' bottom of my six inch heels
It goes on and on It goes on and on and on Oh, ohh, baby Ah, baby, oh oh! La-da-da-da-da-oh It goes on and on Ah, baby! (Hello) On and on, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
