B*****b

Bag daddy back from Afghan gimme lap dance Lead singer of the Gap Band I ain't got bands I got overfilled trash cans Walmart bags on the doorknob No prob, all I did was ask for a blowjob Crib dirty and my car dirty I don't give a fuck Still working, never in early they don't pay enough Judge on my nuts, fuzz on my nuts, get the fuck Dollar signs low but hard times known to get you tough Fore my girl try and trace some, Ima lace some Look for me wherever bass bump and make em play some It's an angel over my head Turned 33 and grew wings Holding on to every word said Bitch you can't play for two teams I been solo for so long I don't know how to do screens RIP swisha sweet jones I can turn a pawn to a queen I can turn a gift to a dream Used to turn the juice into lean Met my nigga Glaze on the 3rd He can turn a deuce into green Not in y'all state, that's what they all state Get my thoughts straight, I can't even much walk straight Few to the face on it all day Cuz it's easing up my mind Greasing up her spine Get back up cuz my bae say she need it one more time Ain't no rush just be patient Sit on my face for vacation I like the flavor the fragrance So delicate the occasion is heaven sent Keep that shit fresher than a peppermint I love seeing my angel look so devilish No blemishes, perfection in my mind Caress me with more lies I feel blessed between yo, I see blessings in yo eyes Bag daddy back from Afghan gimme lap dance Lead singer of the Gap Band I ain't got bands I got overfilled trash cans Walmart bags on the doorknob No prob, all I did was ask for a blowjob