Songtexte:
Next Just Like That

and ain't trippin' on Does them freaky things? (Just like that) Thick all in them jeans (Just like that) Goes down like submarines (Just like that) Just like that, just like that (Just like that

fun and aint trippin on... Does them freaky things (Just like that) Thick all in them jeans (Just like that) Goes down like submarines (Just like that) Just like that...(Just like that)(Just like that

were always just that close Wrist wrist Toe to toe Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose So how come when I reach out my fingers It feels like

wish list I?d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt And adopt a bunch of babies that ain?t never had sh-t Give away a few Mercedes like here lady

: Fight! You're afraid, like I make my deals with the devil You've been at it for years But couldn't? reach the next level Let's keep it real, this

hot girl - what's happenin' on your end? As for me over here, you know a nigga chillin' Besides that, sweetie, I'm just keepin' it real Puttin' up with

see that dog bitch nigga she gone catch hell but she gone trick, suck dick and stack mail I beat a bitch like Ike every chance I get I beat a nigga like

curb I asked a nigga that I know to front a quarter bird But I smoked dope again - he said that's what he heard Now that's jeopardizin', that nigga brains

underhand See only the small modest mark time That's the reason that bustas still sellin nickel sacks and ganja You two bit hustla, I'm the grown brother like