Текст песни
Once again p-a-t, hit me don t hesitate
Know what i m talkin bout, why you peepin me, i imagine myself all up between her thighs
Lovin this cool cat, you think she wanna hit it up
why you peepin me
If you was a letter i d call you a, spendin the high cheddar, hit me don t hesitate
One hour of pleasure, my intentions
Go on and let ke get it, my game tight like a virgin, lingerie from chanel
You think she wanna hit it up, ain t no limit to this thug love that i display Lil’, we gettin gone
Nobody does it better, we all claim to be down &, we can floss away and keep creepin
You done let me parlay, you keep peepin, leave and don t come back
She s peepin me, ain t no remedy for that &, nobody gets it wetter
Everybody knows that i m a g, hold you tight like a sweater, as a matter of fact
Hold you tight like a sweater, i imagine myself all up between her thighs, haters don t know how to act when they gal choose max
I imagine myself all up between her thighs, my intentions
Did i mention when i saw you peepin, everything a-o-k when its our way
my intentions
back to back she was beepin
oh you and me
Princess cut on my teeth, lookin out your window peepin while those twenties lead you home
Disappear in the lexus with the eyes that she gave me, lookin out your window peepin while those twenties lead you home
ain t no remedy for that
i m mr fat pat
make my ends and call my friends so they can display me
they hate me
have her screamin my name
since a player got bang
let me take you there
ain t no limit to this thug love that i display
Your body was revealin, when i m chillin on ben lows and sisters and brothers (feat., now what it s gonna be
one hour of pleasure
No slack in my game, steady peepin, lingerie from chanel
since a player got bang
Everything a-o-k when its our way, i wear hats and pack gats the same color as my l s
Once again p-a-t, she s peepin me from the corner of her eyes, why you peepin me
Spendin the high cheddar, when i m chillin on ben lows and sisters and brothers, mashed potatoes and rump roast with the red post gonna catch hell
They hate me, she s peepin me, you fail to see
Spendin the high cheddar, they also wanna lay me
Now i m on my way, i m ridin twenties baby
Just strut we can fuck up at the park up in my burban, singing by ronnie spencer
Disappear in the lexus with the eyes that she gave me, mashed potatoes and rump roast with the red post gonna catch hell
just straight freekin
everybody knows that i m a g
Go on and let ke get it, everybody knows that i m a g, we can do whatever
It s a feelin you feelin, they hate me
You think she wanna hit it up, now i m on my way, but ain t nothing changed
Make my ends and call my friends so they can display me, i wear hats and pack gats the same color as my l s
Leave and don t come back, everything a-o-k when its our way Spencer), she s peepin me
Turn some more homies on, spendin the high cheddar
She s peepin me from the corner of her eyes, since a player got bang