Lil Mama whatcha doin? Wassup?
Cause I ain't gotta work this weekend
Let's get up, up, up, up
I just wanna dance, play a little bit
And baby, I'm the man and shawty, you the shit
Think about it, we can do something nasty
He don't know me
Ok don't believe, molly
The tongue in his voice
We gon' love some more,
I'mma get it, till we get it
We gon' love some more
He don't know me but he settin' up to blow me.
Said my Twitter pics remind him of Naomi.
On the low I used to holla at his homie.
Now I'm about to ride him like a pony, yeah!
Okay, thug prolly, yo come
He wanna fuck a bad dolly and pop Molly!
I hope your pockets got a
Mothafukin' pot belly!
Or is it that you never ball? John Salley!
The Rolls in his Royce, the tone in his voice.
Don't want a good girl, hoes
Is his choice!
Dick on H. Pussy on W.
Mouth on open. Ass on smother
Ass on the cover too, Elle Magazine
Vroom, vroom, vroom, get
Could I be your wife?
Naw we could bang though
I got these niggas whipped
Call me Django