Ayy, she was geeked up I was dippin' that club, man I was dippin' Oh my God, there go Michelle, goddamn Go talk to her No, bro, you know I like her Go talk to her then Ayy, be quiet, stand next to me, stand next to me Bruh, what? Chill out, bro, go... Bro, be quiet, dude Go talk to her, nigga Alright, but when class over, you ain't gon' be able to talk
Told her, I can't front 'bout it With these hoes on my dick, I can't front 'bout it Baby girl ass fat, I can't front 'bout it And these niggas' swag wack, I can't front 'bout it, ayy I can't front but I do want Y-O-U I can't front but I do want Y-O-U I can't front but I do want Y-O-U I can't front but I do want Y-O-U
Ayy, and I'm cool with that, is you cool with that? 'Cause I'm cool with that You a fine lil' thing, that fat, and that fat Ayy, from the back, that shit fat, shit fat I'm runnin' to it, run it back, run it back, ayy I'ma throw it, bitch, I'm a quarterback Ayy, see the swag, peep the swag Get the swag, get the swag Hopefully you can motherfuckin' rock the swag Ride my dick, do somethin' freaky Let a nigga kneel, fuckin' lick it On that punani 'Cause that make a nigga happ-happy
Told her, I can't front 'bout it With these hoes on my dick, I can't front 'bout it Baby girl ass fat, I can't front 'bout it And these niggas' swag wack, I can't front 'bout it, ayyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
