Lyrics Bands Bands Bands - Roosevelt

Eyy Ey Ey!
All of ma brothers
We're going hard!
Girl I'm for real,
You should trust on the kid with a beat of your heart.
(I got, I got, I got that-Yeah I know)
Stop being soft, you need to go hard!
(Hoooow!!)
Just jump on the junior or light the sativa, we'll lay on a cloud.
(Mmmm mxaaaa!)
Then I get bossy
Your thighs...
You told me you want me, you're calling me papi like I got a son.
You know I never had limits
(Never had limits)
Let me load up ma pistol
(Load up ma pistol)
We be on cuchy-cuchy-cuchy!
You know I deal with ma business.
Look. .. First of all baby twirl around
Twerk a little, girl make it bounce.
Tell your homies you gonn' see 'em later
'Cause you're with the nigga. You gonn' bus' it down.
Talk dirty when you want it I,
Get excited when you're wilding out
Press your buttons when I reach your
Heaven, before fornication let me light a blunt.
Get so kinky when you're moving
Your body is deserving all the dresses
Cucci, Louie
You look like a whole Goddess send out here to come and do me.
But I swear that I won't tell nobody out here what we're doing.
I won't do it
They might just shoot in,
Our moment ruined and I might loose it. Anyway.
I might act stupid
Not with my woman
I might start shooting any day!
Niggas is crossed that you're with a real now hop up a dick.
Your last nigga lost now you're with king and they all envy me.
Let's just pull up on Mc and Ds,late night cruising and burning trees.
Thought I told you what we're doing ain't no type of regular shxt.
She can tell that am just lit.
Neibours mad 'cause we don't sleep.
Says she wants to feel it deeper, tryna swallow all ma kids.
Arggh!
Eyy Ey Ey!
All of ma brothers
We're going hard!
Girl I'm for real,
You should trust on the kid with a beat of your heart.
(I got, I got, I got that-Yeah I know)
Stop being soft, you need to go hard!
(Hoooow!!)
Just jump on the junior or light the sativa, we'll lay on a cloud.
(Mmmm mxaaaa!)
Then I get bossy
Your thighs...
You told me you want me, you're calling me papi like I got a son.
You know I never had limits
(Never had limits)
Let me load up ma pistol
(Load up ma pistol)
We be on cuchy-cuchy-cuchy!
You know I deal with ma business.