January 2008
I used to date a guy named Chris
Sloppy with his kiss
But he was good with his tongue
I called him Mr. Young One
Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong
Balls the size of ping-pong
shake and wake up tell em what to get my ass from Jacobs
that's the way a real diva like to floss it
buy a car no matter what it costess
of course its my rolls royce's makin noises
tell me who
You don't know who I be
You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me
If I give you head you'll never leave
Raaah!
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the black hand side
Look it here boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings put your shine like turpentine
What you comin' around hang out fo?
Baby hell no, you j
Mr. DJ won't you play that song
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an escalade
Bling bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades
I'm a keep the party live
Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight
Keep yo hands in the sky
Wave `em round like your crazy high