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Big Pokey - Only You lyrics
f/ High T Feel this, uh what Come on, uh... [Big Pokey] I can't lie, you the one for me I'm your roof when it rain, be up under me I'm the one that you come and see, on the late night Leave when it daylight, see we gon stay tight Unlike the average dame, you a dime piece That's why it's all about you, not your hine piece I know, you feeling that On the bathroom flo', I'm killing that You love when I dig in that It's one thing I can't do, put my wig in that I'ma chill, that's the next nigga job I'ma hit you with rock hard broad, and some orge' Expensive weed, and a throwed massage That'll make a nigga reach, for a Trojan large On the lake when it's cold, in the closed garage You my boo, you a throwed lil broad uh [Chorus: High T] Only you, can make it happen For me, we'll see if we'll be Only you, can make it happen For me, we'll see if we'll be, only you [Big Pokey] Everyday ain't peaches and cream, that's cool though You my main thang, numero uno Who knows, what the future gon do All the shit you go through, know what you my boo These cats ain't got no clue, what's going on I put that on Big Rue, and I'ma stomp 24 on the phone, I'ma go on home You still in the jacuzzi, while you pulling on my bone You know a nigga alone in the streets If I ain't home, think I'm gone with a freak Quit blowing up my beeper and my cellular On the regular, I'm telling you Keep your head straight, you gon make a nigga head ache These hoes good for the late, making the bed break I'm just like Nate, I got hoes Remember you the one that I chose [Chorus] [Big Pokey] You make a nigga world spin, that's true You know you my girlfriend, that's you Whoever would of knew, it must be love Make a nigga feel like, a lil puppy cause Every time I look up, you rubbing a nigga Every five minutes, talking bout you loving a nigga I bet you had a dozen of niggas, but not me Them head shots hugging a nigga, mami One day, we might tie the knot You might be the one, from the probably lot Me I'ma ride it out, stay down First I got some ground rules, I gotta lay down If you could play bound, then it's on and popping If not, you gon be long forgotten It's on, let's talk about Baby girl, you all I got, uh [Chorus - 3x] |
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