Sweet Sixteen

Yeah
Yeah, ay, ay
Yeah, ay, ay
Got a sweet 16, uh
Got a sweet 16
You know that she bad, you know that she boogie,
You know that she mean
And he can not brag, you talkin' that trash, you know you he a fiend
I get to the bag, I get to the green
They can't copy my style, can't copy my life, cause this is a dream

When I'm dreamin', you know I ain't thinkin' of leavin
If you cryin', please give me a reason
You know that my love is a season
Wipe your nose everytime that you sneezin
I'll be takin' you out for the weekend
I'm tired of games, don't be tweakin
My heart delicate, so don't crease it

I wanna see you smilin', girl
Wanna see you wildin', girl
Please don't be triflin', girl
Better not be triflin', girl
Is you my wifey, girl
My wrist is icy, pearls
Now welcome to my world

Got a sweet 16
You know that she bad, you know that she boogie,
You know that she mean
And he can not brag, you talkin' that track, you know you a fiend
I get to the bag, I get to the green
They can't copy my style, can't copy my life, cause this is a dream

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ay



Credits
Writer(s): Olukayode Akinpelu Jr
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