your face says take me home, This is what she said to me Chorus Take me home, I can picture your body, Take me home, And the feel of your skin, Take me home
get that dough He try me Imma take you places you don't wanna go 50 60 stacks of more and I'm in your town Just to shake some booty home but it finna
is get that dough He try me imma take you places you don't wanna go 56 stacks of more and I'm in your town Just to shake some booty home but it finna
karats in my piece and chain Sip-sippin? tha barre, grippin? tha grain I got 17 karats in my piece and chain Now open a map and take a trip down south
And if not then I could catch me anotha Yeah, I heard you got a man I ain't trippin' off that, looka here Believe me I understand Don't wanna break up ya lil' happy home Just wanna be a friend (You know) Gonna pick you up and take
girl keeps paging me She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy! Hate to sound
front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live life fast But this bottle full of yak, I'ma sip it slow Singles double when triple beams take
&E I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein' me Heavenly indeed, measure me a key My moms was a virgin when she had me I rock flows, top
&E I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me Heavenly indeed, measure me a key My moms was a virgin when she had me I rock flows, top O
E I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein' me Heavenly indeed, measure me a key My moms was a virgin when she had me I rock flows, top
town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack
evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me Got some off, but none of them hit me Now on a payback tip, with
you better hook me up proper or die from my loaded heart stopper like nut smoking up blunt for blunt and one time you can take me if you check me if you
lynch with the brotha, (fuck'em all) To the raw edge bullshit, Niggas on the same ol' trip, About the same ol' bitch, While me and triple sicx, Bound
reason that ya two rings are clear, yeah I'm the reason that ya earrings are square, ya hear Now, we take trips, casinos' the lovely homes We check on
know they frontin girlies up in the place Plus they probably mad bitches up in out face 4-5th on the hip and them Buddhas a 8 These niggaz wanna trip
back in. if so, then search and I'll go, Then I can have you for sure. Then you'll be loving me, Holding me, Kissing me. So girl don't tell me
