Hey now baby, how you doin? You been fine? You know you called me last I got your but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin? (Now I through, just like the hog I am) It seems you a little bit of excitement in your life (All up in her bedroom, one of my tunes) I'm for you, don't sweat it (She's got an attitude her man) How man be treatin you? (She me to get her in the mood) I (I had to hit her, I'm never I'll be yo huckleberry!) See you can me any hour, that's how we do it
I'm in and out, and partner you ain't this She you dearly but she's all on a player's tip you ain't givin' somethin that she really needs And that's that good ass lovin, can't you see bored no trust, she sits in the house all day While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the way She gets no time, your schedule way too You leaves out the house everytime you get a To all you ladies, sweet and lovely See players like me, I likes to the Easter bunny I likes to lick you down, give you self I'm the playboy you want, on your team Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast One of them type of on the same level as Gotti So all you tenders, all to the good So page me on the under and creep through yo' hood
If you need some lovin, girl I'll be yo' huckleberry, And if you need someone to to girl, talk to girl You can call me on the under,
Lookin at my oyster Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex Baby done a verbal, want me to hit that girdle Come through on a tuck, while he's in the Get it he's with Rob and 'em, after hours Slumpin Johnnie Taylor, Cheatin in room, fornicatin' Demonstratin, new and moves Legislatin, Erk and booze But when you plug it, baby see you You say one day, we gon' jump the It was seven years, and she was for ya But did she ya, or was she used to ya It ain't my fault you got too But don't me partner, check yo baitch Wanna know my name, call me 40 Pop be yo huckleberry
I'm on yo mind, seven When you at work, you me at eleven And that's cool, cause my number be on yo' bill Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it No hesitation, we wanna play this right But if you feel me, we gots to have our tight So we can mob to the beach and and all Rub you to the camisole One hundred miles away, while your man think you at That boy Shot, is all up in these If there's a bluebird on my should I hit it I her around, then from the back that's when I hit it But hittin it from the back ain't what I wanna do I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your That boy Shot knows how to... *uck He got you it up And you ain't done that in That's And you ain't done that in
Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to It's me and you, take my pager number You can call me, call me, all of the day...