Slum Beautiful (feat. Cee-Lo)

Slum beautiful, drivin' I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin' They don't know, but I do though Baby my darlin' you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered across the floor to a certain degree Where, I had to give your mama a call And thank her for spending time with your daddy For all its worth, girl what's your frequency And can I come there frequently? Slum beautiful, drivin' I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin' What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer Ounce of killa dilla, be makin' my game more flagrant And once I done had some cuervo 'bout six shots I'm nothin to play wit Like plug sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies Maybe lady luscious oba kaybee so they say thee An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like tony Mercedes And will work every last muscle off in your body like Billy Blanky Hanky panky, where did you get your gold grill 'cause it's bangin' And I like then red hot fila straight from Walters off the chain Fuck them bouige bitches they don't know nothin 'bout you 'Cause you push a big black buick, so fresh, so clean on them trues Slum beautiful you's the would to me, shawty I dig ya And I'm lovin' the way them Jordache got a bear hug on your figure You my nigga, nigga Slum beautiful, drivin' I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin' Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you You're lookin' deliciously divine darlin' you really and truly do The very thought of has got me runnin' at the speed of love Explorin' everythin' about you from the ground to the God above Suddenly I started dreamin', travelin' in time so fast I could almost taste outer space I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too Hello, I'm the man that God made you for Profound don't you think?, Okay let's put this poetry in motion I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion Forever gonna be so fun Slum beautiful, drivin' I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin' I don't know but, it seem like uh Your daddy must have gave you A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed Or was it a pack of now laters 'Cause you're the sweetest thing on my head and I'd like to say that I'd love to make Love to every molecule of you and if you want to Spontaneously combust that's what we'll do in unison