Met this girl from the east side uh
Cutest little thang that I ever seen
Scene like
She was walking
Little booty taunting
Tryna keep composure
Sure she
Knew
How close I was to tipping over
Damn she had me in a mood y'all
Never go for white girls
Sorry whoa I broke the code y'all
But sometimes I like to switch it up
Theres no love involved
Just a slap on but.
I was conscious
But my mood change
Brown sugar
In the milk
Make the mood change
Sure her daddy got a wallet
Yea that's the plot
If she craving for some chocolate
Tell her puckerup
She gon love me cause I sing good
She gon live me cause my swag clean
She gon love me cause the dick good
Im gon love me her cause her bag mean
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