Sunny days, birds singing
Sweet sounding songs of love
As we walk hand in hand
Just kicking up sand
As the ocean laps at our feet
I'm in your arms
But all of your charms
Not for me
I need a krunk type nigga. Make seven figgas.
Laced wit da platinum. Not that silver shit nigga.
XL Cigga. 10 inch or bigga.
Know how to sticka. And licka what what.
Chorus:
How don't get me wrong. 'Cause I'm not a ho.
But I know what I got. You can't handle tho
'Cause only real niggas. What... you don't know.
So what you gonna do. What you gonna do
Nigga you must be crazy.
What cha gon' do with a bitch like me.
I'm so good at being bad. I'm the best you never had.
I epitomize the word sexy.
Nigga you must be crazy.
What cha gon' do with a bitch like me.
Boy my ____so tight. Make you cum all night
And you can't handle me baby.
Sorry I turned you out. I guess I didn't know that.
A man could be so soft.
Well I guess I'll have to give you back.
The flowers the candy the diamonds.
Oh wait I'm gonna keep that.
Hope that you don't mind. I'm not the mushy kind
I need a krunk type nigga. Make seven figgas.
Laced wit da platinum. Not that silver shit nigga.
XL cigga 10 inch or bigga. Slurp.
A lick it from the back type nigga.
Chorus
When I'm all alone I touch myself
And I always dream about someone else
I want so much more that
La La La La La La
A good man is so hard to find