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 come through, just the hog I am) It seems you need a little bit of excitement in 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 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 me any hour, that's how we do it
I'm in and out, and partner you ain't this She loves you dearly but all on a player's tip Cause you ain't somethin that she really needs And that good ass lovin, partner can't you see She's no trust, she sits in the house all day While you out there ballin, tryin to it the kingpin way She gets no time, schedule way too deep You leaves out the house you get a beep To all you ladies, sweet and lovely See players like me, I to taste the Easter bunny I to lick you down, give 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 level as So all you tenders, all to the good So page me on the under and I'll 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, through my Rolodex Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit girdle through on a tuck, while he's in the shower Get it when with Rob and 'em, after hours Slumpin Taylor, regulatin in next room, fornicatin' Demonstratin, new and improved Legislatin, Erk and drinkin 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 love ya, or was she to ya It ain't my fault you got too But check me partner, check yo baitch Wanna my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry I'll be yo
I'm on yo mind, twenty-four When you at work, you calls me at And cool, cause my number won't 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 miles away, while your man you at work That boy Shot, is all up in skirts If there's a bluebird on my should I hit it I turn her around, then from the that's when I hit it But hittin it from the ain't always what I wanna do I got ta do you hard, so you can your crew That that boy Shot knows how to... He got you it up And you ain't done in years right And you ain't done that in
Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to It's between me and you, take my number You can call me, call me, all of the day...