[Kon Artis - Now out of all the in the place, you got me at your pretty face. And with that I could truly say that u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh. Amazed by the way that you them hips, your ass off in my dick. I get by them sexy lips cause u r the one, u r the one, we r the one can do.
And you why I call you everyday of the week, and have that operator breakin' on your line you speak. And I can say that I'ma make you in a blink. You nominated just for your and I'm ?, you a thug with your of friend, mud-wrestlin'. Sittin' in the corner a mug and a cup of gin. See me for you when you win in a pen, see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for You me so suddenly, my company's a burden, but I won't a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'. I'm playin' wit you and it's workin'. Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like nurses.
First time I saw you, up in guests, you the only reason I use Express. Shit, I be havin' no packages. Naw, I'm dressers, lamps, and big matresses. I go crazy when I your odor. I just want to pick you up, and you to Pan-De-Rosa. and potatoes, whatever you want. I'll write just the buffet, my check then come. You don't care D12, you don't know about Bizarre. All you know that I'm weird and I a wonder-bra. That's fine, I just wanna you mine. niggas say you a 3, I you a dime.
I the way yo' body grindin', gettin' all in my face. Only thing on mind is which wallet to ?. Your ass so perfect with your thong on your waist, built a stallion, you belong in a race. Get by the barrel, King Kong in the place. Movie and a dinner, as long as I wait. Hey, I ain't on ear off, talkin' dates. Got you dizzy of the crissy, you ain't straight. Got a roomy, bring your booty, and cultivate. You so pretty, love them titties, soft and fake. Bring your friends, "Damn skin smell like coffeecake." Yo me at the place when you get off at eight.
The way you move got me buggin' out. And you quick to take off your and slug it out, we it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other ?. In fact, we hate goin' out, we both hate small gats. You the truth I'm for real yo I you to death. And if we break up, stalk you and bug you to death. Till you scared to leave the house you know I'm in the bushes. We went hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes. Tis all love, it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you. I don't get down like that, you I'd never hit you. But yet and if I ever feel I'm about to, (Gets angrier) I'll gently grab the shoulders and the shit out ya girl!!!
[Kon I take a light skinned, dark skinned, and black, add in to a and they ass is fat. suburb when you could be a classy rat. Louis Votton to much to have a bag to match. forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap, and you be my aid in all as long as you got my back. Seditary, entrepreneurs, and that's a fact. And your seven days after mine, correct? that's two things that we got in common, baby. Hopin' there ain't a problem that I'm in Shady. come next year, I will not be datin', cause my plan's to be with stankin' ass OK?