Lyrics

I'm thinking bout how you loving on me, I am by myself, I've been on my lonely I ain't had a lot of loving on me, hoping you can show me that you won't be phony Got me fantasizing bout you cooking for me, baby you so special we gon do this slowly You had my back when I ain't had a dollar and you kept real when my fam folded Never had my father, ima father figure, you can have my baby, girl it's not an issue Baby ima get a ring for you, ima show these bitches ima sing for you Martin Luther had a dream for you, got me going crazy, got a thing for you You're a African Queen yeah, make you part of my team yeah Treat ya mama like a Queen, yeah, you're everything that I need yeah Hold up, and I love it how you switch it up, long hair, don't care, pretty feet a plus Black Queen I know you watch your figure but I love how you look in that sun dress With that brown skin and that curly hair and that ghetto booty keep me so stressed, oooo Yeah, I used to pray that the lights stayed on you fuck with the kid, man I'm straight out the gutta Had to move weight, had to take care of my brothers Fell off with mom, man I had to recover I never thought I would beef with my mother I couldn't sleep, man I suffered and suffered You held me down, you was part of the struggle I left the streets just to lay up and cuddle We watching Tyra while eating a salad You made me some Pulao, that shit had me wilding My chick exotic, she come from the islands I love how you smiling, you know that we styling She drop it low like she Megan Thee Stallion Straight from her mama, that booty a gallon I was so broke that I thought about robbing Scheming and plotting cuz we had no option Just so I can seal the pain and stop it Drunk so much henny it came out the faucet Sold all my Jordans, I emptied my closet Ima big stepper, I need my deposits Mani know I like my shrimp with the pasta She make my casa feel like a casa Bang with her brother, he smoke like a Rasta If you play him, you get hit with this choppa Always been sick, man I need me a doctor Ain't no weapon formed against me shall prosper Always solo, dolo don't need a sponsor Only thing I want is 0's and camas I want a baby, I need me a daughter People gon know that my LiLi is spoiled Just like her mama, know everything royal Came up from nothing, this straight out the soil
Writer(s): Craig Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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