Mr. Sagittarius

I'm hell of a nigga
Quick like a Trigga
Born to be a Pimp
So baby come listen
Freak me
Love Me
Kiss me
Touch Me
Baby enjoy me
Real Smooth
like Dolemite
Stylin
Straight Out of Sight
Wanna come reach me
Go catch a flight
Not talking planes
Cause I'm out these world

She always on my nuts
Straight looking like a squirrel

Lady you gotta chill

Cause I do what I want
And I go as I please

That's just how a playa Live

And if you don't get that
Then hit the door
I don't wanna be rude
But you gotta go
Cause I'm the fast lane
And I'm doing my thang
While she driving real damn slow

Got to much luggage
For my baggage claim
You may love me girl
But I don't feel the same
That's how I am
And it is what it is
I guess that why's
I'm Mr. Sagittarius

Born Late November
But Cold as December

The way I be freezing hoes

So come let me put you on Game
On how to Maintain

Keep it cool, like the Winter Snow

Cause I promise you love me
And write you a story

On the times that we did it for

You say that you hate me
But fuck like you love me

So which side is you picking on

Cause I love when she come
And be calling me daddy
Little mama so thick
When she throwing that fatty
At home she a freak
But in public she classy
Who would have thunk
From the way she be acting
I swear she so bougie
She Don't go to the clubs
She watch movies
No liquor
She love her some wine
I be loving her style
And her grind
She get to her money
Don't be wasting her time
Mind on a mission
Like Double O Seven
She snipe what shat want
But she not a big flexer
Be posting a pic
Every once in a while
I be asking how
How you killing the game
I be loving your body
Adoring your brain
At the end of the day
You is who you
But I'm just me
And thats Mr. Sagittarius



Credits
Writer(s): Darius Wilkins
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