Tuesday, November 3, 2009

HE WANNA BE...

He see a bad lil breezy, eyeballs all on me
Sizin me up from my pedi to my bra cup
Tryna be slick he start with the game
Slidin over take my hand "mama, whats ya name?"
Conversation real fast, he wanna know what I do
How I make my cash, n make it do what it do
He thinkin DAMN SHE COLD, AND SHE POLISHED AS HELL, AND I CAN GET THE CASH IF I CAN HIT THAT TAIL...
He tryna have me bent backwards givin him all my doe
Doin his work for him, he be the pimp I be the hoe
Little do he know I met a few like him befo
They get as far as I let em, then I lead em to the doe
Baby boy don't come at me like u think I got YO cash
Think u can take me for my ends and have me sprung off some ass
I know u use to getting what u want, aint even gotta try
But look here boy u wont get shit from me I'm way to f$@ fly.
See u done bumped into a chic that get spoiled by herself
She work too hard and way to smart to let a n*gga get the wealth
Keep it movin lil papi its some pigeons down the wayIm way to fly, too classy, and too smart to get sucka'd by a lame

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