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