paroles de chanson Back Door Santa - Clarence Carter

I met a little shorty in my math class
I saw her with the Hello Kitty backpack
I love the way she talk when she turned on
I love the immaturity she bring on
A thicky with a 5'8" body
She passing all her classes so she ain't retarded
I keep her ass around from the most part
But when she ain't around, it just goes dark.
Constant talking back and forth, You're the one I'm rapping for
Keep my ass in check for sure, Check my frickin' repertoire
Let me know if I've been f-ing up.
Hit me up if I've been hitting wrong
Hit me up if I don't hit enough, girl
But just don't open up that door.
It's ruined lives before. Baby girl got me thinking too much
I hope she don't find herself in my thoughts Thinking 'bout how her body must feel
Her sex appeal got me running off charts
Got a road runner going on in my brain
Got me going insane but I gotta stay tough
But every time Marina start coming my way Man I gotta start praying I don't give up
Constant talking back and forth, You're the one I'm rapping for
Keep my ass in check for sure, Check my frickin' repertoire
Let me know if I've been f-ing up.
Hit me up if I've been hitting wrong
Just don't mess with my brain, you've got me going insane.
Just don't open up that door.
It's ruined lives before. End