Serve Me
Yo love got me hungry
Yo love got me thirsty
Love make me wanna cake wit you happy birthday
Yo love got me certain
I want you to serve meh
Baby I'm deserving
So come and serve me up
Im hungry (For you)
Im thirsty (For you)
You make me wanna cake with you happy birthday (With you)
You got me certain you want me to serve me
Baby I'm deserving, so come and serve me up
I was sumtin like a pimp with my lit
You made me let my hos go and turn my cup in
All my friends laugh don't believe what I did
I ignore these hos calls and text messages
You got my head in the clouds
Thats is how we exclusive
You got me handcuffed baby guess we flying con air
Ain't no coming down we refuel up here
You Janet Jackson in control til I grip yo hair
I Love when you growl you a tiger in bed
Rest In Peace to dat nana
Lighter up in the air
Our ménage proper its a real love affair
We made our house a happy home like Tupac said
I wouldn't believe if you left me like Tupac death
I make you lose yo breath like destiny child
You gone get the best of me
you got that Mya smile
And you loud wit dem owwws feel like I'm rockin a crowd
Yo love got me hungry
Yo love got me thirsty
Love Make me wanna cake wit you happy birthday
Yo love got me certain
I want you to serve meh
Baby I'm deserving
So come and serve me up
Im hungry (For you)
Im thirsty (For you)
You make me wanna cake with you happy birthday (With you)
You got me certain you want me to serve me
Baby I'm deserving, so come and serve me up
I'm tryn fill up on yo love baby
No fast food I'm tryn grub baby
Thanksgiving spread if you will
I wanna snatch yo soul Sang Tsung for the kill
Let me kiss yo arm Adams family I'm the dad
Kiss yo legs baby
Spread yo legs baby
Give you some head bab yugh
Yo shit so plush
Drunk off yo love like Homer and you Duff
Like the way I eat coochie now you want it on the toosh
Yo lighter to yo cigarette yuh
Come on take a puff
A bad boy gone be yo daddy
No addy
Gotta cook you slow like cabbage
We go rounds its fight night I pack a punch
I be workin hard You my packed lunch
We can fuck under the stars but we gotta pack up
It's getting hot
Don't stop
If it's 400 degrees
You still gotta back yo cash up
Yo love got me thirsty
Love make me wanna cake wit you happy birthday
Yo love got me certain
I want you to serve meh
Baby I'm deserving
So come and serve me up
Im hungry (For you)
Im thirsty (For you)
You make me wanna cake with you happy birthday (With you)
You got me certain you want me to serve me
Baby I'm deserving, so come and serve me up
I was sumtin like a pimp with my lit
You made me let my hos go and turn my cup in
All my friends laugh don't believe what I did
I ignore these hos calls and text messages
You got my head in the clouds
Thats is how we exclusive
You got me handcuffed baby guess we flying con air
Ain't no coming down we refuel up here
You Janet Jackson in control til I grip yo hair
I Love when you growl you a tiger in bed
Rest In Peace to dat nana
Lighter up in the air
Our ménage proper its a real love affair
We made our house a happy home like Tupac said
I wouldn't believe if you left me like Tupac death
I make you lose yo breath like destiny child
You gone get the best of me
you got that Mya smile
And you loud wit dem owwws feel like I'm rockin a crowd
Yo love got me hungry
Yo love got me thirsty
Love Make me wanna cake wit you happy birthday
Yo love got me certain
I want you to serve meh
Baby I'm deserving
So come and serve me up
Im hungry (For you)
Im thirsty (For you)
You make me wanna cake with you happy birthday (With you)
You got me certain you want me to serve me
Baby I'm deserving, so come and serve me up
I'm tryn fill up on yo love baby
No fast food I'm tryn grub baby
Thanksgiving spread if you will
I wanna snatch yo soul Sang Tsung for the kill
Let me kiss yo arm Adams family I'm the dad
Kiss yo legs baby
Spread yo legs baby
Give you some head bab yugh
Yo shit so plush
Drunk off yo love like Homer and you Duff
Like the way I eat coochie now you want it on the toosh
Yo lighter to yo cigarette yuh
Come on take a puff
A bad boy gone be yo daddy
No addy
Gotta cook you slow like cabbage
We go rounds its fight night I pack a punch
I be workin hard You my packed lunch
We can fuck under the stars but we gotta pack up
It's getting hot
Don't stop
If it's 400 degrees
You still gotta back yo cash up
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Writer(s): Juane Bullock
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