Paperbag

Yeah, whoo-ooh-ooh Oh-ooh, ooh I need the sweet paper, paper bag I need you by my side, darlin', all night (yeah, all-) To get high, ooh, ooh, ooh, babe (yeah) Need that sweet, sweet Cocaine treat, you know what I need Catch me in your neighborhood Feening like a local junkie, baby Told me that the pussy was good But I don't think you really want it, baby 'Cause I'm sweetness (mm, uh) Feel it in your chest, feeling on your breast Feeling on your-, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah December (eeh), remember I've been taken down by winter (babe) Remember (remember), I'll be gentle I've been known to fight (that alright now) December (December), remember I will dick you down and turn you around Choking ya, I'll be gentle Make you call for Christ (is that alright?) Yeah (you know it is) Ladies and my brothers You are now listening to the confession of a dope dealer Who blew more backs out than a cold killer Can you dig it, baby? I know that's right Ayo, Donny! Wassup, my brother? Nothing but God, buddy, but can I cut diamonds with you real quick? (Apply pressure) See, I was elevating with my goddess last week I call her sweet molasses 'cause she run thicker than that brown sugar Not refined like them other asses