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[Intro] Cale Charles:
She want a nigga playing bell boy and shit. This ain’t baggage claim, bitch. Fuck you thought?
[Verse] Cale Charles:
Just show up with your panties missing
Not any vixen cross the Mason Dixie line without taking some dick in mind
I feel like if you got a taste for the licorice stick, it should be mine
In every position from 46 to 69
Hope that kitty got 9 lives, I’mma kill it
The videos come out fine, cuz Imma film it
Directorial debuts. Memorial Day looms over me
Cuz I’m a vet with that cat
She text that that’s waxed. We sex, I wax that
And if that snatch wack, I never text back
Forever check that under women’s wombs I’ve slept at
Then it’s on to the next, and that’s that
No lie tho
They say sex is a gamble, shorty you just hit the lotto
I swear this ain’t bravado. I’m so for real
That’s all I wrote. so you know it’s real
[Hook]:
Shawty
You know I fucks with you the long way. All day
But, I ain’t got time for the baggage. You a dime, but you can have it
When you down ’bout that action, call me. Call me
When you down bout that action call me. Call me. (x2)
[Verse] Sip Jackson:
25 on my dresser
Lights low down. Shawty fine. I’mma bless her
Can’t run from it, she applied for the pressure
Game 100, ninety-five is the lesser
Pimp say she ain’t she if she don’t drive a Kompressor
But I could give a fuck. I’d rather ride in a Lexus or just ride wit Alexis
Or let her stay the night and let her ride me for breakfast
Unless she lightskin, dark brown is the preference
See I respect that she won’t let em knock her off her hustle
But every fish in that pond and she expect for me to love her
And niggas wonder why I always preach to danny glover
Cuz she a leathal weapon if you beat without a rubber
I know ya sister say she can’t sleep without the brother
But daddy ain’t the type to ever lie to ya momma
And Pimp taught me you should never fuck em undercover
And if you give em time they’ll divide wit the commas
[Hook]
[Verse] Skegee Slimm:
It’s the country boy playa, baby, yeah that’s me
It’s Skegee Slimm, bitch. Reppin Beasley Street
I know it’s a lot that you heard ’bout me
It’s all probably true, so don’t question me
Just forget it, it’s a G thang. Peep game
Doing things for the cheese, mane. For me, mane
Me and you together making change. Aw, mane!
Say the money make her cum, so we fucking in the rain
She like to hit me with late text for rough sex
I’ll be gone before the morning like I gotta break fast
Don’t trip. Quickly forget. On to the next
I’m a playa, baby girl. Must you forget?
Feelings? Don’t need em. Rubbers? I keep em
Ratchet ass, slut bucket hoes, mistreat em
But, baby girl know I fuck with her the long way
She love me with her mouth like Monica Lewinsky
[Hook]
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