Hey now baby, how you been You been doin You know you me last week I got your message but I was state, yaknowhatI'msayin? (Now I come through, just the hog I am) It seems you need a little bit of in your life (All up in her bedroom, one of my tunes) I'm here for you, don't it (She's got an against her man) How your man be treatin (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 call me any hour, how we do it
I'm in and out, and partner you knowin this She you dearly but she's all on a player's tip Cause you ain't givin' that she really needs And that good ass lovin, partner can't you see She's bored no trust, she in the house all day While you out ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way She gets no time, your schedule way too You leaves out the everytime you get a beep To all you ladies, dark and lovely See like me, I likes to taste the Easter bunny I likes to lick you down, you self esteem I'm the playboy you want, on under team Yo' huckleberry, mackin Shot-ty One of them type of ballers on the same as Gotti So all you tenders, it's all to the So me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood
If you need lovin, lovin girl I'll be yo' huckleberry, And if you need someone to talk to girl, to girl You can me on the under, under
Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin through my Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that Come through on a tuck, while in the shower Get it he's with Rob and 'em, after hours Slumpin Johnnie Taylor, Cheatin in next room, Demonstratin, new and improved Legislatin, Erk and booze But when you it, baby see you soon You say one day, we jump the broom It was years, and she was faithful for ya But did she love ya, or was she to ya It ain't my you got too attached But don't check me partner, check yo Wanna my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry be yo huckleberry
I'm on yo mind, twenty-four When you at work, you me at eleven And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it No hesitation, we wanna play this game But if you feel me, we gots to have our game So we can mob to the beach and and all Rub you to the camisole One hundred miles away, while your man you at work That boy Shot, is all up in these If there's a bluebird on my shoulder I hit it I turn her around, from the back that's when I hit it But it from the back ain't always what I wanna do I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your That that boy Shot how to... *uck He got you it up And you ain't done that in That's And you done that in years
Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to between me and you, take my pager number You can call me, me, all times of the day...