Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up) DTF, I'm down to fuck Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no) Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah) Talkin' 'bout early in the morning We

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

But I'm fleeing with you and I'm glowing (Ooh) And we don't own now with all we got I will follow you and we'll both go missin' (Yeah) No I, And we don't even know where were going I still watch as she's runnin' away So she was born to live this way We

Bet I shake it up She gon' make it up I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah) Ooh, bet I shake it up Bet I shake it up (double up) YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrt, sauce) I just talked to God and He said that I'm blessed (thank you,

Come live with me in comfort I wanna be your lover Come live with me angel I don't understand your mood baby I really really Wanna be your lover When you want some solitude You can't have it Ooh yeah baby

Everybody wanna be like me Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah) Everybody wanna be like me (huh?) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh) Everybody wanna be like me (ooh) Everybody wanna be like me

They hold on tight Yeah, they hold on tight Ooh, they hold on tight Them lips won't let me go (Lips won't let me go, lips won't let me go, oh) Every birthday, every birthday Don't let this go to your head But you're the best, I've ever had Not to mention

Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new That get me high like you do, yeah yeah That get me high like you do Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up Biddy-da-dum, it just won't stop, it go Hear my heart go ba-dum,

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy