Oh oh oh, I'm on fire Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can do to you the things that I can't do? I can take you higher Sometimes it's like someone took a

I got a woman, stay drunk all the time I got a woman, want to ball all day I said I got a little woman and she won't be true I got a woman, she won't be true, no no Want to tell you about the girl I love My she looks so fine She's the only one that I

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

Two beautiful women arguing over me Oh, I hope my son has these problems Why do these things happen so often? Yeah, I wonder This is how it's gonna be Two beautiful women claiming that they love me Girl, tell me, is it 'cause I showed you how to be the

Even the stars fall for you Every star up in the sky Has got your name on it tonight And they don't stand a chance like I know I don't And girl you can't tell me that you can't see The kind of spell you put on me You gotta know just what you do I

But I was thinkin' maybe we might Hey girl, tell me What you doin' later tonight? Call me crazy I'll take you downtown, table for two I keep it laid back, just me and you right now I'm trippin' over my feet 'Cause the way that you were lookin'

I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so proud of you Everything's adding up, you've been through hell and back I know things get hard, but girl, you got it, girl, you got it, there you go Can't you tell by how they looking at you everywhere you go? Wondering

Knowin' that bad guys tell mad lies? (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? (And why do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?) Why do (good girls) like bad guys Hey yo boo, why do (good girls)

Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty, shave your head like Cassie I

Cause you shoulda seen the size of the guy's we've been fightin' But momma always taught us never to tell a lie Every girl we were with never cost any money And we drank more tequila than any man alive Looking back, they're better than they used to be