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Ay (Ghosty) Ladies Yeah Let me not say too much Listen, look I tell her welcome to my home, this is where I do my thinking Take me through your goals, but first, tell me what you're drinking We can do a red wine, maybe you like Gin and Tonic Or we can swim later and go non-alcoholic Let me get the door for you, I know I can be ghetto I've really done some street shit and ended up in jail I'm a businessman now, I've got a fragrance, loading Trainers, clothing, the labels rolling Or we can hit the studio, go make a rap song I like RnB from the '90s, the really deep ones Wait, don't push me 'cause I'm close to the- I'm only messing You don't have to get undressed 'cause I'm just tryna be your bredrin And I don't really see the point in sex with no connection I'm tryna make sure you feel safer in my presence I'm looking in your eyes to get to know you for your essence I made her Nokia ring Look And if you really wanna know Then I'll tell you what my thoughts are I just think my life changed faster than my sports car I just think my stage name's hotter than my sauna I just like a little more butter on my lobster If you'd like to watch a film, cinema, let the corn pop Get your coat, baby girl, there's about to be a bop I got lamps like living on the park in my spot Turn the music up Neighbours, they about to call the cops What's your family like? Do you think they'd see through the scars And the slits in my eyebrows that filled in my bars? Did you get along with daddy, did he teach you self-respect? And if I met your mother, did you think she'd be impressed? Are you sophisticated? Could we fly out to Rome? Talk about the chapel, maybe Michael Angelov Maybe we'd do Venice, we can get there on a boat If you like, we can drop the top, then meet at mountain coast The film can wait, even though it's getting mega late I still got some cake on my paper plate You can be my partner in this paper chase You can be my bestie on my darker days Would you offset me from my wicked ways? I was a boy and then I had to change Communication, we can liaise If you're loyal, you can be my babe Here today, sail into the sunset with me We gotta hit the sunlight, babe I need a woman that can fly, fly, fly Uh Ladies You know? Bugzy Malone
Writer(s): Bugzy Malone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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