Boosie badass When you miss somebody, you miss somebody That's how it is (straight up) I'm a send this out to the few women I was in love with (wassup)
Why do I feel so lonely in a major way? You know this shit was real and you know it baby I didn't wanna baby, And it drive you crazy Even though you gotta man you forever my lady I miss sipping on your daiquiris I miss your macaroni and cheese, yes indeed With no care, I hit you bare, you know wassup Knowing your body would nut, I taught you everything Make you cry, make you smile, at the same time Dumb shit, baby girl I miss your tongue kiss Miss laying in the bed with you Miss your people and the soul food they fed a nigga Most of all I miss you, I'm having flashbacks Of you coming across the track with your hair wrapped Miss talking on the phone til' the early morning Making love off Keith Sweat songs No one can do me like (you)
I miss kissing on you You know I miss kissing on you I miss kissing on (you) Miss touching on you baby I miss touching on you I miss touching on you baby I can't stop thinking about (you) I can't stop thinking about you girl I can't stop thinking about (you) I can't stop thinking about you girl
[Trina] It's no mistake that I'm amazing You kissin touch in lovin my body, the things you do to me You keep it true to me, all this shit ain't new to me I been messing with ballers kept me lace in top jewlery A hood nigga like you yeah I like that Your swagg on point and you keep it coming right back When you text I right back, yeah right back I know you like that, that's why I handle that Bedroom lights off, we kissin slow to a track It ain't even bout the sex, I crave the gangsta way you act When you all up in that, you so smooth with it That's why I never hesitate to say "daddy come and get it" I got my Vicky's on and my Diamond Princess perfume I can't help but think about the thing we do up in the room When it's just me and you A fantasy come true I can't describe Ooohhh (I miss kissin on)
I miss kissing on you You know I miss kissing on you I miss kissing on (you) Miss touching on you baby I miss touching on you I miss touching on you baby I can't stop thinking about (you) I can't stop thinking about you girl I can't stop thinking about (you) I can't stop thinking about you girl
I swear to god I miss it all The way that you would call Beating up your pussy, knocking pictures off the wall In the studio thinking to myself, "I got one song left, and I'm coming home to you" Love it when I hit you from the back and you look back at me Our sex attractive like metal to a magnet Turn that T.I. On, that's her shit right there Get drunk, now she hollering, "that's her dick right there" I send this off to the ladies who had my head grown A pretty black girl, a couple red bones I guess we learn from each other cause we're stepping-stones With kids now like "damn, that's how it is now" Riding to New Orleans, laughing the whole time Living life with out a care, walking down cannel I remember how you smell, the polish on your toes Remember the first time you went down low Nobody did it like (you)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
