The only that could ever please me Was the daughter of a man The only that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man
Yo, pa, I got a lady, I'm to make her my baby Might even make a baby, the makin' her crazy She my style wavy, I'm circlin' her Mercedes Father, was a preacher, I'm almost certain he hates me But he ain't date me and look, his baby is grown And she decides on her own who resides on the I'm her king, she my queen, we keep it in the zone And she understands the fact that I'm right when I'm wrong When she was in church, I was playin' in dirt That's 100, I admit that we both was playin' at When opposites attract, I ain't sayin' it works I'm just sayin' ain't no use in me strayin', make it worse It's Wu-Tang, baby, my crew And she's the daughter, I just call her my boo thang And we tighter shoestrings, or 10 grand in rubber bands Man, sometimes I tell parents just don't understand
Yo, you Pastor Brown's daughter? The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the I used to see her Sundays comin' from We to kick it at her window when her pops at work Yo, her parents didn't She couldn't even come out to on a school day she was gonna give me some on April Fool's day (But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, way)
The daughter, she an illegitimate child She know the word, but she be runnin' in streets foul She married to a man, but crushin' his brother now See her in the place loud and boisterous With spandex on, chokin' her oysters She a in the form of a goddess virtuous or modest, poison the part is Breakin' the vessel, turn brother brother Man, how she molest you That's why the man prolly a mess too Cause the that she devourin' is evil Never sin righteous people Black widow, preacher's comin' to eat you
The only girl could ever please me Was the daughter of a man The only that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man The only girl that could please me Was the daughter of a man The girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a man
I met her on the bus stop with black That's why she said she don't fuck with black I her up, fed her all my wisdom Her father spit the gospel but she never the vision Brutal ass whoopins, always facin' these So she only fuck with thugs that'll wind up in the Them greasy quick to squeeze a ratchet Never knew the of virtue, Ecclesiastes Like, a for peace, a time for war A time to though, she never felt God before love that'll pop like a kernel, this is grown folk talk Between me and her, it concern you
The only that could ever please me Was the daughter of a man The only girl that could please me Was the of a preacher man The only that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man The girl that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man