Somebody Son
Step one I'm a get him to the crib
Step two He gon put it in my ribs
Step three he gon let me meet his kids
We don't finish til it's nothing left to give
All we do is ball wen he come around
Breakfast and the mall then we take it down
I thought he was a plumber how he lay the pipe
Got my own crib but i stay the night
When he say my name better say it right
Tongue game on a bean yea he ate it right
Then he hit it hard almost like he hate it right
Then he hit it hard almost like he hate it right
Step one I'm a get him to the crib
Step two He gon put it in my ribs
Step three he gon let me meet his kids
We don't finish til it's nothing left to give
I just spent the night wit somebody son
And I took it all I ain't try to run
The way he put it down he might be the one
The way he put it down he might be the one
I just spent the night wit somebody son
And I took it all I ain't try to run
The way he put it down he might be the one
The way he put it down he might be the one
All he do is spend when he come around
Gotta feeling it's gon be a good summer now
When the walls get wet it be coming down
Straight shooter I don't ever get the run around
OT Nigga he ain't even from the town
Spend a check he ain't scared to spread the love around
When he finished I said Nigga you done done it now
When he finished i said Nigga you done done it now
Step one I'm a get him to the crib
Step two He gon put it in my ribs
Step three he gon let me meet his kids
We don't finish til it's nothing left
Step two He gon put it in my ribs
Step three he gon let me meet his kids
We don't finish til it's nothing left to give
All we do is ball wen he come around
Breakfast and the mall then we take it down
I thought he was a plumber how he lay the pipe
Got my own crib but i stay the night
When he say my name better say it right
Tongue game on a bean yea he ate it right
Then he hit it hard almost like he hate it right
Then he hit it hard almost like he hate it right
Step one I'm a get him to the crib
Step two He gon put it in my ribs
Step three he gon let me meet his kids
We don't finish til it's nothing left to give
I just spent the night wit somebody son
And I took it all I ain't try to run
The way he put it down he might be the one
The way he put it down he might be the one
I just spent the night wit somebody son
And I took it all I ain't try to run
The way he put it down he might be the one
The way he put it down he might be the one
All he do is spend when he come around
Gotta feeling it's gon be a good summer now
When the walls get wet it be coming down
Straight shooter I don't ever get the run around
OT Nigga he ain't even from the town
Spend a check he ain't scared to spread the love around
When he finished I said Nigga you done done it now
When he finished i said Nigga you done done it now
Step one I'm a get him to the crib
Step two He gon put it in my ribs
Step three he gon let me meet his kids
We don't finish til it's nothing left
Credits
Writer(s): Brendon James Reese
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