Shaded
Convict
Up front
I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Baby go to my place and just kick it like tabo
And possibly bring you over, look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, till you get sold
Smack that, ooh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, till you get sold
Smack that, ooh
Shorty if you wanna ride, you can ride on me
We can bump heads that collide on me
Won't be damn right, can't rely on me
The ring that can't bail like Naomi
So do that girl and take it on easy
Lookin' all oiled up and all greasy
Bop that time, you stop that teasin'
Wave that you droppin', got me here cheesin'
What's funny is that you takin' all my money for real
I'd rather spend it on you right now than my homies bail
And I can see that's what you're made for
And ain't never been no lame hoe
With that booty bought and paid for
Won't move till you on my payroll
I feel you creepin' I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tybo
And possibly bring you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, till you get sold
Smack that, ooh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, till you get sold
Smack that, ooh
I love when you do a good move to it like you used to it
Drop it down, I wanna put my thang through it
To the crib we go, go fast and slow
Make it twerk like a stripper slide down my pole
Shawty ass so swole, got your boy like whoa
One night with me, now she wanna marriage that quo
But I'm like, no, let's keep it on the low
On occasion, let me come through and tap that hoe
Make you lose control, all our girls know
That I hit it right and night, I'm a pro
I only come around to get sexual
If she flexible and bisexual
I might stay around for a longer time
Only if, only if she can blow my mind
Like I hurt that merc that broke that spine
Now she in love and wants to be mine, that quo
I feel you creepin', I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
And possibly bring you over
Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, till you get sold
Smack that, ooh
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, till you get sold
Smack that, ooh
The ice in the watch reflects the light to her
The money quite green and the ice light bluer
The swag might kill her, so I say goodnight to her
She don't want me to leave, I can see right through her
So we dip out, burn one trip out
Get low like Caribbean Limbo
Didn't go out like light, baby girl get right
Head so swole, my hat don't fit right
We could cruise in the car or we could take flight
The middle of the night, make you buy the 8 light
Mike Vick against the Eagles, call myself a king cause I'm regal
To be this hot, it's not legal
But we don't care, listen baby it's a fact that
If you drop back, I'm a quarterback sack that
We can go deep and knock a shark attack that
So you don't remember where your keys and your hat at
I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
And possibly bring you over
Look back and watch me smack that
All on the floor, smack that
Give me some more, smack that
Till you get sold, smack that
Smack that, all on the floor, smack that
Give me some more, smack that
Till you get sold, smack that
I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
And possibly bring you over
Look back and watch me smack that
All on the floor, smack that
Give me some more, smack that
Till you get sold, smack that
Smack that, all on the floor, smack that
Give me some more, smack that
Till you get sold, smack that
Hello?
Yo, I can't, I can't hear you, let me call you right back
I sense someone's tapping into my phones, why do?
I got this feeling in my bones, I might die soon
The FBI might be trying to pull my file soon
I might be walking blindfolded into a typhoon
I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky
Right outside of the window of my living room
And if they do, then you can say goodnight and bye bye to them iTunes
If I don't try to record as much before I do
Yo, yo, yo, roll up, roll up
Bring that ass to the top, man
Marshall Anderson
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