She said‚ I ain’t the type of nigga that she’s used to
But imma treat you good, let me show you
Her nigga ain’t been doing what he’s supposed to
Let me slide through, I put it on you
(x2)
Shit you know I am not your average dude, I got them shorty’s confused
They know it’s pimpin’ by the way that I move
She’s a classy sis, now what’s she doing with you
He can’t even pay rent, he ain’t got no money for food
Ma I swear I’ll take you out, I’ll give you money for shoes
Yeah I swear, I hit it right I got a couple new moves
Give me thе keys to your lock, let me plеase you lil mama
Let me please you a lot, I got treats for a thot. (Wow)
She’s a church girl acting like she don’t know
That I’m a street nigga I know what she’s here for
She brought her friends out tryna have a good night
Her man left her, they was in a big fight. (Let me talk to you)
Let me make your night bright
You need a man, right? Somebody who cares, right?
See I’m the one, you be teasing me, baby baby
Look I’m a sure thing, ain’t no telling maybe maybe
She said‚ I ain’t the type of nigga that she’s used to
But imma treat you good, let me show you
Her nigga ain’t been doing what he’s supposed to
Let me slide through, I put it on you
(x2)
Let me take you on shopping sprees. You can take Beverly
And you can take Melody and you can come by three
I’m a generous nigga, let’s make your ex real bitter. ’Cause you look sweet. (Sweet)
And by the look in your eyes I know you a freak. (Freak)
Bonne appétite, let me take you out for dinner
You need a big coat, let me buy you fur for the winter
Read the signs, I’m tryna read your mind but
I am a little focused on your big behind. I ain’t lying
She a good girl, stay at home who can cook girl
But in the weekends go fuck around with the hood girls
She bad with it, go to church, she don’t hang really
Got her nose in the books, she don’t hang with no crooks
We locked eyes at her spot her nigga had her shook
We linked up at the corner of my favourite joint
She didn’t wanna be alone, we spend the night listening to our favourite songs
Until she fell asleep I brought her home
She said‚ I ain’t the type of nigga that she’s used to
But imma treat you good, let me show you
Her nigga ain’t been doing what he’s supposed to
Let me slide through, I put it on you
(x2)
Let me slide through, I put it on you (x4)