Man, say, fool, it's about time y came out this joint,
Georgia had they be poppin', shorty.
You don't even know, be a rack of brawls out this joint from high,
They bring em from all over,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Ain't good with that bopper,
you know what it is, though.
Mumble sauce and chicken wings,
it ain't a thing, huh, man?
Huh, she got that thing about her,
that type of thing that make a nigga wanna sang about her.
the whole crowd sang along about her.
And when he get off the stage,
A's and tell his momma bout him
all the ballers willing to pay like a hairpiece
But she don't want no drama bout him
Cause when she get a man,
He walkin' through the mall
I used to see her in the back of my mind
All the various times and be like,
you was the marrying kind
Not conceited, she just act stuck
up to weed out the fuck ups
Cause to her it's more important
Like the old folks say, boy,
then your needs are changin'
She be your umbrella in the freezin' rain
That way you, that, way you
Talkin' to me, talkin' to me,
That way you, that, way you
talkin' to me, you should know
And I wanna sing a song about you
You talkin' good, youngin'
I mean, I'm hearin' all the things
like you talkin' somethin'
I mean, I'm hearin' what you sayin'
Sayin' I can give it to you, ain't
You was stuck on the image,
Work hard for everything,
you don't see me stuntin'
Who a homebrunt hitter won't
I said all that to really say this, youngin'
You worth more than a dime
couldn't find the right lines
caught a glimpse behind the blinds
Point them other niggas to
Couple currents in your future glass,
At the summertime spot where
Gettin' ahead of myself, girl, do your thang
If you don't do your thang,
You that way, you walk that way,
you talk and you get caught in the clues I know
You that way, you walk that way,
you talk and you get caught in the clues I know
Man, I wanna sing a song about you
Well said, looks don't matter,
turn the blind eye to beauty
A thin waistline and a child -wide booty
Let me keep it conscious,
digging on the cutie who doing something to me, not a floozy with the nut, uh
Back on that ignant, forget
Universe, fit in this head for
DC, so I like the chocolate,
her youngin' on the ad got me psyched, look at all this
She's the one you call on when
And everybody wants to know her name
When you're down and out,
she'll let you hold her twenty to fry
just want you to come my way
The way you talk, the way you talk into me
And I wanna sing a song about you