He said he came from JamaicaHe owned a couple acresA couple fake visasCause he never got his papersGave up on love, fucking with them heart breakersBut he was getting moneyWith the movers and the shakersHe was mixed with a couple things, ball like a couple ringsBricks in the condo and grams to sing-singLeft arm, baby mother tatted5-year bid up North on they rattedAnyway, I felt him, helped himPut him on lock seat-belt themTook him out the Belgium, welcome!Bitches this pretty, that's seldomThis box better than the box he was held inI'm Momma Dee in that orderI call him Daddy like daughtersHe like it when I get drunkBut I like it when he be soberThat's top of the toppaI never fuck with beginnersI let him play with my pussyThen lick it off of his fingersI'm in the zoneThey holler at me but it's youYou, this ain't high schoolMe and my crew we can slide throughGive it to you whenever you wantPut it wherever you wantBaby, it's yours anywhere, everywhereBaby it's your world, ain't it?Baby it's your world, ain't it?She got a nigga at home and one on the sideBest friend is a dike, they fucked around a few timesHer and her momma alike, so all they do is fightI tell her make me some money, she tell me make me a wifeI tell her: "bitch, you crazy, fuck wrong with you?And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisserAnd then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittingAnd I say: what about them niggas?She say: what about them niggas?You right, what you doing tonight?Put on something tightDon't judge me, I get lifeShe love me like a brotherBut fuck me like a husbandPussy like a oven too hot to put my tongue inAll I had to do is rub itThe genie out the bottlePussy so wet, I'ma need gogglesShe tell me that's it's mineI tell her stop lying, mine and who else?She say worry about yourself, Lil TuneThey holler at me but it's youYou, this ain't high schoolMe and my crew we can slide throughGive it to you whenever you wantPut it wherever you wantBaby, it's yours anywhere, everywhereBaby it's your world, ain't it?Baby it's your world, ain't it?I know you want it boyI see you tryingJust keep on pushingI'ma let you slide inJust close your eyes ahh andThis horizon ahhIt's ready, come get you someYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas
Cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
But he was getting money
With the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things, ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo and grams to sing-sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up North on they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock seat-belt them
Took him out the Belgium, welcome!
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never fuck with beginners
I let him play with my pussy
Then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me and my crew we can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world, ain't it?
Baby it's your world, ain't it?
She got a nigga at home and one on the side
Best friend is a dike, they fucked around a few times
Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her make me some money, she tell me make me a wife
I tell her: "bitch, you crazy, fuck wrong with you?
And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hitting
And I say: what about them niggas?
She say: what about them niggas?
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight
Don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother
But fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a oven too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it
The genie out the bottle
Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that's it's mine
I tell her stop lying, mine and who else?
She say worry about yourself, Lil Tune
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me and my crew we can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world, ain't it?
Baby it's your world, ain't it?
I know you want it boy
I see you trying
Just keep on pushing
I'ma let you slide in
Just close your eyes ahh and
This horizon ahh
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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