ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies
and uh, that mean you trying to do something
I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that
chorus:
the eye contact that you and I share
make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
if I could I would
and I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something
the eye contact that you and I share
make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
if I could I would
and I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something
maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P
got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me
I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it
relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger
come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya
work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck
Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
I want you to open your legs as wide as you could
so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood
up and down like a roller coaster
from your stomach to your back
let a gangsta poke ya
I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps
9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps
crispy clean, no strings attached
little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that
CHORUS
I heard you want a romance
wont you lay up there and give me the chance
I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced
I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing
and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something
now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve
on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve
I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home
and prove that I flip other things besides ounz
tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome
he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on
you cold make m
