Hey now baby, how you been You been fine? You know you called me week I got your but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin? (Now I through, just like 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 for you, don't sweat it (She's got an against her man) How man be treatin you? (She me to get her in the mood) I (I had to hit her, I'm never scary 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 loves you dearly but all on a player's tip Cause you givin' somethin that she really needs And that's that good ass lovin, can't you see She's bored no trust, she sits in the all day While you out there ballin, tryin to it the kingpin way She gets no time, your schedule way too You leaves out the house everytime you get a To all you ladies, sweet dark and See players like me, I likes to the Easter bunny I to lick you down, give you self esteem I'm the you want, on your under team Yo' huckleberry, mackin Shot-ty One of them of ballers on the same level as Gotti So all you tenders, it's all to the So page me on the and I'll creep through yo' hood
If you some lovin, lovin girl be yo' huckleberry, berry And if you need someone to to girl, talk to girl You can me on the under, under
Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, through my Rolodex Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit girdle Come through on a tuck, while he's in the Get it when he's with Rob and 'em, after Slumpin Taylor, regulatin in next room, fornicatin' Demonstratin, new and improved Legislatin, Erk and drinkin But you plug it, baby see you soon You say one day, we jump the broom It was seven years, and she was for ya But did she love ya, or was she to ya It ain't my fault you got too But don't check me partner, yo baitch know my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry I'll be yo
I'm on yo mind, seven When you at work, you calls me at And that's cool, cause my number be on yo' bill Ohh baby girl all we do is keep it real No hesitation, we wanna this game right But if you me, we gots to have our game tight So we can mob to the and champagne and all Rub you to the camisole One hundred away, while your man think 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 hittin it from the back ain't always I wanna do I got ta do you hard, so you can your crew That boy Shot knows how to... *uck He got you it up And you ain't that in years right And you done that in years
Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to It's between me and you, take my pager You can me, call me, all times of the day...