Rick Ross - Rap Song

Nappy Boy, ooooh wee
Ooooh wee
Everybody say yeaaah
Oh oh oh
Hey

We been messin’ round for a long (long time)
A while now (while now, uh)
And you already know what’s on my mind (mind)
It’s goin’ down now (it’s goin’ down now)
And I don’t need no background music, girl
I turn it loud now
I got the gangsta feelin’
And I’ma do somethin’ to you
To you, to you, oh, oh
We can take it over The Bay
Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh)
Or just put on that N.W.A.
Comin’ Straight Outta Compton on that pussy, baby
And we can do it all night long (haha)
I’m bout to have yo’ head gone
And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong
But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci
On a rap song

And you been on my mind all day (all day)
I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh)
And I’ma do you like Kanye (yeah) 'cause I’ma let you finish (let you finish!)
You can get it (you can get it)
Or we can do it east coast style and I’ll keep on my fitted
I said I got the gangsta feelin’
I feel like breakin’ you off
You off, you off, you off, off
We can take it way down south
Rick Ross on the iPad ('cause you the boss’ girl)
Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (boom)
Wait, hold up
She got a donk (yup) she got a donk (yup), she got a donk
I’m 'bout to have yo’ head gone
And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong
But we can make love to a rap song Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci
On a rap song

My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag
Right now you rockin’ wit the finest and I mean that (uh)
Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh)
Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at
Makin’ love to a rap song
Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuhh
Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah)
Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh)
(Hot) that’s all shawty ever was
Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks
(Hot) is all shawty ever been
Blow a couple racks in Barney’s on that Phillip Lim
Ballin’, it’s ya birthday
You know that champagne’ll get ya boy to first base
Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger
Number one niggas
Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender

Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci
On a rap song

Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci
On a rap song