The Gathering
She want to be round me for free
But know damn well what I'm gone need
From the east side she hail that's her ground
Known for how she do the young niggas foul
If You ain't picking up or breaking off
You can leave
The church open and the
Congregation all queens
Knock the pastor backwards
Now the First Lady absent
Left her ring on the pulpit
Ain't this bout a bit
Cause she still get excited when she touch it
Whispers softly how she love it
Claim that she need it to be free
This thing that I got keep her pleased
Ima bad ass mother toucher
And Her kids love her lover
Cause pop pop be shucking
Sissy ass jive sucka
She ride round wit a dumper
Tail wide like a dumpster
With a head full of orange hair
Like the mound that she swear on
She swear that she care
Like my heart ache out of west wood
Heard her head good
But I never cared to partake
And she still chose to run away
Guess she didn't love me after all
Maybe loved me but aint care
Been a hard nigga to love all my life
But I been fair
Got to be decent
Watch how you reason
Cause I don't need a reason
I got that type of appetite
Never doing nothing right
But I'm known to get em right
Cause I got a lot of types
And they still get excited when they touch it
Whisper softly that they love it
Say that they need it to be free
This thing that I got keeps them weak
Keep em off they feet
Keep a women pleased
Now they want a whole week
But I can't give a hoe a thing
Except that thing that wink
But know damn well what I'm gone need
From the east side she hail that's her ground
Known for how she do the young niggas foul
If You ain't picking up or breaking off
You can leave
The church open and the
Congregation all queens
Knock the pastor backwards
Now the First Lady absent
Left her ring on the pulpit
Ain't this bout a bit
Cause she still get excited when she touch it
Whispers softly how she love it
Claim that she need it to be free
This thing that I got keep her pleased
Ima bad ass mother toucher
And Her kids love her lover
Cause pop pop be shucking
Sissy ass jive sucka
She ride round wit a dumper
Tail wide like a dumpster
With a head full of orange hair
Like the mound that she swear on
She swear that she care
Like my heart ache out of west wood
Heard her head good
But I never cared to partake
And she still chose to run away
Guess she didn't love me after all
Maybe loved me but aint care
Been a hard nigga to love all my life
But I been fair
Got to be decent
Watch how you reason
Cause I don't need a reason
I got that type of appetite
Never doing nothing right
But I'm known to get em right
Cause I got a lot of types
And they still get excited when they touch it
Whisper softly that they love it
Say that they need it to be free
This thing that I got keeps them weak
Keep em off they feet
Keep a women pleased
Now they want a whole week
But I can't give a hoe a thing
Except that thing that wink
Credits
Writer(s): James Edward Greene, Emanduel Campbell, Joshua Crawford
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