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[big boi]
Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout? A-town connection right heah You got youngbloodz, uhh Featurin daddy fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout? Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, like dis.. check it out Chorus: repeat 2x (sung) I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty Be patient cause I'm comin to you Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy I don't want nothin to keep me from you [j-bo] Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good With a six-pack a that colt 45 just like I should And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight So i'ma get a call, from this broad Run the game like she ain't ready But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady Like betty crocker, the face doctor Just as she swallows with passion So now she braggin, laggin behind What questions she now be askin, so time is passin Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times Now shawty, please, really Chorus [big boi] Sheeeit I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up Like everythang, in my stable Sir lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able But these hoes will get on your nerves F*** all that kickin 'em to the curb You lackin that tolerance; You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an' Stab out to the cajun crab house Or the jamaican cat house Or the college, frat house For the gul you just, mad house that rat house And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi On the first date or the worst date I'm goin all the way on the first play Like hail mary's to field goals I think I was put here to drill hoes For real doe; and while you blowin up my, Bar I'm off in your purse To get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway And I'm out this verse, geyeah! Chorus [sean paul] Man this sh** gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me Met her jes last week, told me that her name was stacy Bad lil' bi***, add her straight to my collection Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 southbound It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe She told me some mo', I shut my cadillac do' My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell Slum-type that I like, straight from a-t-l Shawty yeah! Chorus (to fade) |
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