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  • Текст песни Doggy's Angels F/ Latoya Williams - Baby If You're Ready



    (Chorus)
    Oh, baby if you're ready I can give u what u looking for (I guarantee once u stay with me you'll want no more)
    And baby if u want it u can get it once we close the door ooohhhh
    (Verse 1)
    You know there's something about rolling with a G like u
    Khaki's french braids rep the bo' keepin' it true
    In the gs when u see us we on dubs
    Any bs that wanna see us get on up
    18's on the hand like u bang for years
    Main bitch and i ain't switch bringing the tears
    Hot bitch like ???? when u hit an appendix
    His and her simmy's regulate the problems we finish
    Taught me how to grind seperate my nickels from dubs
    G with it wen u win it so i'm showin'
    u love
    Had to check a broad yesterday for grilling u down
    Shut it down quick cause they wannna see these rounds
    Any beef u got trust we gon' eat it together
    Hold it down in the hood while i get this cheddar
    Whether it's all grits or gravy yo we ready to tango
    It's all G heavenly so u labeling me yo' angel

    (Chorus)
    (verse 2)
    You know u chose the best when u singled me out
    I got these catzy close range
    I'm contageous to these lames with broke game
    It's time to kill game
    I feel yo' pain
    They wanna stretch you for some change
    Never worry boo i'm not gon' change
    It's gon' still feel the same
    Beside's you said u done with them games
    It ain't no love lost
    I hollered at yo' lawyer and I slid in them cards
    Boss bitch and I could put that on the cross
    I'mma bang for u
    And we gon' pull through so when they release u
    Out them bars we gon' look up at the stars
    Notice the hood stars
    They movin inside us together got them at war
    And as for them broads u know the rules
    It ain't a chicken alive that could walk in my shoes
    I pay dues
    They see the Bentley pull up brand new
    What the fuck they better get on the bus
    Remember them dreams about the house up on the hill
    Spendin' a bottle quarter meal

    (chorus)

    (Verse 2)
    I got a fetish for thugs
    Rugged with mean mugs
    When he lonely he phone me to please him
    Jeans saggin for size twelves like aw damn
    As he unclothed my mind froze like aw man
    Underestimate it but so anxious just to fade it
    Call it how i see it shoot the game i'm trying to play it
    (backround)
    To flippin' ye and choppin' bricks
    (it figure's beyond six)
    In and out inconcerated
    Departed and used to hate it
    Couldn't wait till u hit the gate to get active x rated
    You're type is what i'm diggin got superb obsulete
    Plans to curb on the sneek
    Swing superb and unique
    Keep it pimpin' and tight
    Addicted like all night
    8 inches 6 pack dig that it's all right
    That G or a Gotti ex sperm like opium
    He a straight trophy and grip tight i'm holdin him
    chorus.....