Let's make love to my song, song, song, song I give you my heart, oh, with extra love,
oh, oh
Give me true love, I beseech oh now look inna your eyes
Oh, oh, oh
Oh oh, you know you want me but you can't do no sugar love
Let me give you lovin' like an African king You know what I mean, fresh and clean
Body sweeter than a J -town tangerine You know I like that, I like that
Even thought you were gon' fight back, fight back
Feelin' like I'm on the right track, right track
Ain't nobody fi carry on my thot The way I carry on my thot, baby
I've been around the world 360 But I keep fallin' in love, like me, tipsy
I'ma send you flowers on the weekly Might be gone till November
I'll be right back, quickly for you
Ah -la -da -dah -da -da -lah La -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la, uh
La -la -da -da -da -da -da -la -la -la Waa -A -Waa -Waa -Waa -Waa
Ah -la -da -dah -da -da -da -da You know you want me, but you day -to
I feel blessed, I got zero stress My shawty the best, I didn't see no mess
Not only she did badu, my ya willow steps She give me my gangsta respect
I'ma do whatever make her happy Cause when I was down, I should've paid for
taxi When all the girls saw me like a fucking skunk
She never hung me, never played me like a talking drum
So tell me, why I no go brago?
Why I no go carry you for head?
Why I no go marry you instead?
Why we no go shia?
Why we no go done it for my bed?
We go make a nigga spend all him bread
You don't know you want me but you do too, Shankara
