flauntin' round in them yoga pants sober stance make a brotha wanna hold her
hands no demands only man who gonna poke her underthinking that i probly won her
over chance
throw a glance what was i supposed to dance and let her straddle on a force was
pulling as if yoda had her as his padawan she had me on a vagabond but i'd
rather grab her and show her home as opposed to travel on this path upon a
passive hunt
now my notions got me open so i'm gonna start to play footsie stead of moping in
my grey hoodie i'm hoping that she won't say should we exchange goodly
compliments that'll get me hot as if she baked cookies i just want to get with
it so i told her to hop onto this said that we can do a lotta kissing and face
some straight nookie
Verse 2 (Chud)
If i dont go to hell when i die i might go to heaven
Cetchin trians in NY the numba 7
The girl next me got to snooppin
Barely know her. Bet she down for the groupin. Thing
You know what i mean
Gotta admit she pretty fine
Not the type that will make wine
But the type youll wine and dine
Girls from the ATL
My nigga ring a bell
Dinner is served. And she gonna finish all on her plate
The type of girl who dont watch the weight
Dont get me wrong she got a nice body
We on a mission trip so you know her curves godly
Will i end up like lil cole
Writin on the train. Will i end up in the cold
I got dreams. but no genie
Will my girl cone back or end up to leave me
Im dont even front tho. My hearts for fame
Gotta play the game so my ladies dont complain like...
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024