Lyrics
She says she wants to play
But she doesn't know my name
She's a ladybinbwveryway
But I had to get it hit it split it quit it
Uhh too much
So I took her to my place
Where the chocolate mints' on the pillowcase
We met up on MySpace, face book
In my place in my face caught a case
Y'all for a minute if I find the words
Hit for the feeling if I buy you the world
Stuck in the middle How I'll sound Absurd
We'll cuddle for minute then bye bye to Herrr
Hello to the misses
Back to the dishes
Girl I'm sorry I Rap for a living
They tried to break me back to the limits
California to New York I'm back in a minute
retro flight throwback is a fitted
Y'all haters throw your sets up if you living
Come on and get me I'm back into spitting
Cold cold world so I clap with a Mitten
Turn turn earth like that is the rhythm
So Black I am Fact with the wisdom
Young Girls it's aight to start smitten