Swear to god, might fuck with this new OVO shit Swear to god, hallelujah to the under lords How we ride when we ride East niggas tell how we ride out Sauga city trip
She call me like she can't wait, she want it now now now I give it to her that way, right now now now We pop and roll to the strip, grind on that dick I brought her back to the crib, skipped the foreplay She's laying down it's 2 ish Right on my bed, blonde bitch with her blue eyes Like butter the way she spread Oh man, I love my lil' chicka My Nina, Melina, Aurona, Melauna She want the anaconda right? (yah)
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? Is you 'bout it, 'bout it 'Bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl
She loves my style, love the way I sound Love the way I talk, love the way I hang God made no mistake, I done came a long way So don't mind me, if I don't mind you Nigga I got pill poppin' bitches in the back, of the Cherokee Bitches still don't know how to react, to sincerity
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? Is you 'bout it, 'bout it 'Bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl
Stop telling those lies about me girl And I just might call you back some time A nigga might just holla back some time I might just hit you back like Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day I might just call you back one day (Might just call you back) (Sex on the couch, don't pull out Sex on the couch, don't pull out) Yea... yea...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
