Push push back upon it (Girl) Make me believe you want it Well I can go all mornin' Go ahead lay it on it Don't stop until the mornin' (Girl) Just keep pushing back on it Push push girl Baby I don't give a damn, I know you wanna come with me tonight

And baby, when you wanna start growin' up Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah We can boom, boom, boom, baby, fall in love I need a man A man who can act like a man So hear me now, I don't get paid to babysit no one I'm out here lookin' for the one to love

"Who's blacker?" Glue trapper (ah) Knee slapper Shit's Madagascar When the monkeys made a poo scatter Hello, baby (skrt) Don't be so paro, baby I wing and go sparrow crazy

Have some faith in me, yeah Baby just wait on me, yeah I've been hittin' all these hoes but none of them datin' me, yeah Ain't no fakin' me out Don't know where I'm gonna go if you don't wait on me, yeah The drugs, they takin' me up Some faith in me,

Dangerous love You’re no good for me, darling Yeah, you turn me away Like I’m begging for a dollar Danger, oh, how you hold me I get a chill inside And nothing frightens me, baby, oh You’re a dangerous love Don’t you come back no more

Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

As a man can be Baby, please Down in the deep blue see I'm blue and lonesome I'm blue and lonesome, yeah I don't have no headache about myself My love has gone away from me Baby, please come back to me Come on home to me

These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid Yeah, Project Baby Sniper Gang Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that