Testi musica canzoni

Yeah we very different that I cant deny
Yous a big city girl and imma country guy
You represent the north so you love hip- hop
And im straight up out the south so imma bout that drop
But lets get real for a minute baby look at my face
And tell me have you ever been queen to bass
So has a man ever made you buckle up at your knees
By the way he slowly ate your macorronni and cheese
If not then I suggest we go under my suite
Get a knock and ill none of talking and turn back my sheets
Get a radio and put one one of C.C.s beats
Then lay your body down as I proceed to breed
And eat your body like potatoe salad and ham
Kissing on the nipples on your candied yams
Squeezing my whipped cream on your lemon meraing
Bass music in the back saturating your brain
To have you moaning screaming swanging and kicking
Beggin for a piece of this Kentucky fried chicken
Freaking you to the bass and fulfilling your dream
And me say you know the body with the southern cousine c.mon

Let me freak ya down 2 da bass baby.
let me freak you down to the bass.(repeat)X4

I know you made love on satin sheets
But have you ever did it in a chevy Capri
Drop top by the lake skin to skin
With bass music pumpin out your 12.s and 10.s
Body.s full of sweat like we diggin a ditch
The whole car rocking like we hittin a switch
Tricking on the way that I slowly lick
Your body up and down like a chick-o stick
Cuz when it come to getting freaky there.s no one greater
I freak some now then save some for later
So stop playing hard to get and come chill
With this country bro from outa Jacksonville
So I can mix my rice with your lima beans
Drop my ham hogs and see your mustard greens
And turn you O.U.T. in my B.E.D then was