!
He said he came from Jamaica,
he owned a couple acres A couple fake visas 'cause he never got his
papers Gave up on love fucking with them heart breakers But he was
getting money with the movers and the shakers He was mixed with a
couple things, bald like a couple rings Bricks in the condo and grams
to sing-sing Left arm,
baby mother tatted 5-year bid up North when they ratted Anyway I felt
him, helped him, put him on lock,
seat-belt him Took him out to Belgium, welcome Bitches this pretty,
that's seldom This box better than the box he was held in I'm Momma
Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters He like it when I
get drunk, but I like it when he be sober That's top of the toppa,
I never fuck with beginners I let him play with my pussy then lick it
off of his fingers, I'm in the zone They holler at me, but it's you,
you, this ain't high school Me and my crew,
we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want,
whip it whenever you want Baby it's yours Anywhere, everywhere,
baby it's your world, ain't it?
(alright) Baby it's your world, ain't it?
Uh, she got a nigga at home and one on the side Best friend is a
dyke, they fucked around a few times Her and her momma alike,
so all they do is fight I tell her "make me some money",
she tell me "make me a wife" I tell that bitch "you crazy,
fuck wrong with you?" And excuse my French,
but I'm a long kisser And then she try to tell me I'm the only one
that's hitting And I say "what about them niggas?" She say:
"what about them niggas?" You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight, don't judge me,
I'd get life She love me like a brother,
but fuck me like a husband Pussy like a oven,
too hot to put my tongue in All I had to do is rub it,
the genie out the bottle Pussy so wet,
I'mma need goggles She tell me that's it's mine,
I tell her "stop lying, mine and who else?
" She say worry about yourself Lil Tune They holler at me,
but it's you, you, this ain't high school Me and my crew,
we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want,
whip it whenever you want Baby it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere, baby it's your world, ain't it?
Baby it's your world, ain't it?
I know you want it boy, I see you tryin' Just keep on pushing,
I'mma let you slide in Just close your eyes and,
this horizon It's ready, come get you some Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
he owned a couple acres A couple fake visas 'cause he never got his
papers Gave up on love fucking with them heart breakers But he was
getting money with the movers and the shakers He was mixed with a
couple things, bald like a couple rings Bricks in the condo and grams
to sing-sing Left arm,
baby mother tatted 5-year bid up North when they ratted Anyway I felt
him, helped him, put him on lock,
seat-belt him Took him out to Belgium, welcome Bitches this pretty,
that's seldom This box better than the box he was held in I'm Momma
Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters He like it when I
get drunk, but I like it when he be sober That's top of the toppa,
I never fuck with beginners I let him play with my pussy then lick it
off of his fingers, I'm in the zone They holler at me, but it's you,
you, this ain't high school Me and my crew,
we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want,
whip it whenever you want Baby it's yours Anywhere, everywhere,
baby it's your world, ain't it?
(alright) Baby it's your world, ain't it?
Uh, she got a nigga at home and one on the side Best friend is a
dyke, they fucked around a few times Her and her momma alike,
so all they do is fight I tell her "make me some money",
she tell me "make me a wife" I tell that bitch "you crazy,
fuck wrong with you?" And excuse my French,
but I'm a long kisser And then she try to tell me I'm the only one
that's hitting And I say "what about them niggas?" She say:
"what about them niggas?" You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight, don't judge me,
I'd get life She love me like a brother,
but fuck me like a husband Pussy like a oven,
too hot to put my tongue in All I had to do is rub it,
the genie out the bottle Pussy so wet,
I'mma need goggles She tell me that's it's mine,
I tell her "stop lying, mine and who else?
" She say worry about yourself Lil Tune They holler at me,
but it's you, you, this ain't high school Me and my crew,
we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want,
whip it whenever you want Baby it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere, baby it's your world, ain't it?
Baby it's your world, ain't it?
I know you want it boy, I see you tryin' Just keep on pushing,
I'mma let you slide in Just close your eyes and,
this horizon It's ready, come get you some Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Churko, Chad Gray, Thomas Maxwell, Vince Abbott
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