(Goose with another one) Ooh, baby, I just wanna tug you from your hair Ooh, ahh I got a Kaswaki, let me run it on the stairs Luh, ah I fuck 'round speed it up when she tell me slow it down I can't keep it up, bae, I'm 'bout to cum now Something 'bout your smell, your baby hairs laid down, no gel You know very well that YSL wiped off the spell, uh Dropping the top off the Benz, uh I really spin, I don't really want no friends I got a model friend, tall as a man I gotta bunch of xans, we'll be up when we land Uhh, ahh, ahh You a heaven in the sky, baby Dressing designer [?] you a fly baby I can dine your woes every night, baby I don't wanna tell you that you whine too much I ain't tryna, baby, yeah, but you gotta gargle my nuts Fuck you so hard get charged with domestic, yup Private door ajar, we don't do domestic, yo Hop up out a frog-eye Benz When we get married, divorce your friends Horse and a carriage, your pussy pink like a pig Why this bitch pussy pink like a pig? Ooh, baby, I just wanna tug you from your hair Ooh, ahh I got a Kaswaki, let me run it on the stairs Luh, ah I fuck 'round speed it up when she tell me slow it down I can't keep it up, bae, I'm 'bout to cum now Something 'bout your smell, your baby hairs laid down, no gel You know very well that YSL wiped off the spell, uh After I beat it up, she told me she'll hold it down If I eat it up, it's rare 'cause I don't donate the crown I stay drippy, yeah, we the freshest in the town We stay VV'd up, majority all my shit bust down I used to be lost, now I'm found I go soft, she can get it hard for another round I break her heart, I think she'll be scarred for a while Committed to my vows, I take care of you like a child Thanking God, He blessed me with a sound I made it far, I'ma let you wear the style I fuck her raw, ass poking out her gown I dog her like a hound, stay smoking out a pound Ooh, baby, I just wanna tug you from your hair Ooh, ahh I got a Kaswaki, let me run it on the stairs Luh, ah I fuck 'round speed it up when she tell me slow it down I can't keep it up, bae, I'm 'bout to cum now Something 'bout your smell, your baby hairs laid down, no gel You know very well that YSL wiped off the spell, uh