Hey now baby, how you doin? You been fine? You you called me last week I got your message but I was outta state, (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 here for you, don't it (She's got an attitude her man) How your man be treatin (She me to get her in the mood) I (I had to hit her, I'm scary I'll be yo huckleberry!) See you can call me any hour, how we do it
I'm in and out, and you ain't 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, to have it the kingpin way She gets no time, your way too deep You leaves out the house everytime you get a To all you ladies, sweet and lovely See players like me, I 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, fast Shot-ty One of them type of on the same level as Gotti So all you tenders, it's all to the So page me on the under and I'll creep 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 left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle Come on a tuck, while he's in the shower Get it when he's with Rob and 'em, hours Slumpin Johnnie Taylor, in next room, fornicatin' Demonstratin, new and improved Legislatin, Erk and drinkin But when you plug it, see you soon You say one day, we gon' 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 you got too attached But check me partner, check yo baitch Wanna know my name, me 40 Pop Cherry I'll be yo
I'm on yo mind, seven When you at work, you calls me at And cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill Ohh girl all we wanna do is keep it real No hesitation, we wanna this game right But if you feel me, we gots to have our game So we can mob to the and champagne and all Rub you down to the One miles away, while your man think you at work That boy Shot, is all up in these If there's a on my shoulder should I hit it I turn her around, then from the back 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 boy Shot knows how to... *uck He got you it up And you done that 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 pager You can call me, me, all times of the day...