[Intro]
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[Hook: Blu]
Uh, this is what happen when the planet gets to rapping
And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs
[Verse 1: Thurz]
A little sugar and cinnamon, your panties what I'm swimming in
Wetness around my peninsula, her and her woman friend
Captain, navigate like Morgan 'til the morning
And the Henny was empty, spiced rum made me sin again
It's fun and games 'til feelings get involved
And with them unanswered texts watch how craziness evolves
Until she falls out of position with all the bitches
Knowing I'm a skinny family guy, on my Peter Griffin
Her ass fat and dumb as well, who wouldn't want to stick it in?
She craving wood to fall between her thighs like Timberland
Step in terrains, I hash swayed in the rain
Fucked up my steez, a side piece tryna be my main thang
Went cold turkey on her, threatened my name
Saying she hope I die, that Al-Qaeda blow up my plane
I'm glad I came (but not in ya) I have the wants of a sinner
But for your needs, I'm an Indian giver
[Interlude: Woman]
You got some motherfuckin nerve
Not answering the godddamn phone
I’ve been calling you all day
I know you getting my messages
W.E.L.O.V.E. (108) FM
[Hook: Blu]
Uh, this is what happen when the planet gets to rapping
And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs
[Verse 1: Thurz]
A little sugar and cinnamon, your panties what I'm swimming in
Wetness around my peninsula, her and her woman friend
Captain, navigate like Morgan 'til the morning
And the Henny was empty, spiced rum made me sin again
It's fun and games 'til feelings get involved
And with them unanswered texts watch how craziness evolves
Until she falls out of position with all the bitches
Knowing I'm a skinny family guy, on my Peter Griffin
Her ass fat and dumb as well, who wouldn't want to stick it in?
She craving wood to fall between her thighs like Timberland
Step in terrains, I hash swayed in the rain
Fucked up my steez, a side piece tryna be my main thang
Went cold turkey on her, threatened my name
Saying she hope I die, that Al-Qaeda blow up my plane
I'm glad I came (but not in ya) I have the wants of a sinner
But for your needs, I'm an Indian giver
[Interlude: Woman]
You got some motherfuckin nerve
Not answering the godddamn phone
I’ve been calling you all day
I know you getting my messages
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