The only girl that could ever me Was the of a preacher man The girl that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man
Yo, pa, I got a lady, I'm 'bout to make her my Might even make a baby, the makin' her crazy She know my style wavy, I'm circlin' her Father, father was a preacher, I'm certain he hates me But he ain't gotta date me and look, his baby is And she decides on her own who resides on the I'm her king, she my queen, we keep it right in the And she understands the fact that I'm even when I'm wrong When she was prayin' in church, I was playin' in That's 100, I that we both was playin' at first opposites attract, I ain't always sayin' it works I'm just sayin' no use in me strayin', that 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 than shoestrings, or 10 grand in rubber Man, sometimes I tell your parents just understand
Yo, you mean Brown's daughter? The preacher, the slave-maker of the poorer? I used to see her Sundays comin' church We used to kick it at her window when her pops at Yo, her parents play She even come out to play on a school day Thought she was gonna me some on April Fool's day (But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, way)
The preacher's daughter, she an child She know the word, but she be runnin' in them streets She to a man, but she's crushin' his brother now See her in the market loud and boisterous With tight spandex on, her oysters She a seductress in the of a goddess Never or modest, poison the part is Breakin' the vessel, turn brother brother Man, that's how she you That's why the preacher man prolly a too Cause the fruit that she is evil Never sin righteous people Black widow, daughter comin' to eat you
The only girl that ever please me Was the of a preacher man The only girl that ever please me Was the of a preacher man The only girl that could please me Was the daughter of a man The only girl that could ever me Was the of a preacher man
I met her on the bus stop with eyes why she said she don't fuck with black guys I cleaned her up, fed her all my Her father spit the but she never caught the vision Brutal ass whoopins, facin' these evictions So she fuck with thugs that'll wind up in the system Them greasy bastards to squeeze a ratchet Never knew the science of virtue, Like, a for peace, a time for war A time to laugh though, she never God before Eternal love that'll pop a kernel, this is grown folk talk Between me and her, it don't you
The girl that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man The girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a man The girl that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man The only girl that could ever me Was the daughter of a man