Outstanding Lyrics - Slim Thug

I'mma call you mamma, you call me pappa 

This world is mine, all mine, but I'm willing to share, 

i'll split it with 50/50 if you willing to pound, 

Baby got a nigga feeling her 

This feeling is rare, 

Got my head touching the ceiling 

Shit is still in the air, yeah 

'cause she's a bad bitch 

That got her own shit 

Can buy her own purse 

Pay her own rent 

Never beg for money 

Got a good job 

She just finished school, now she living large 

Stay working hard, make a nigga wanna help 

It's such a turn on to know she can do it herself 

The only thing you're missing queen is your king 

Together I can take you to see your dreams 

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Is she about to catch a body? 

Body bad like a ass, working for these 

I'm about to blow the bag on you, probably 

I'm not gonna lie to you, I'mma tell the truth 

You know, you're outstanding 

Girl you knock me out, 

Exciting, yeah, you make me wanna shout 

I'm talking pretty when she wake up 

Don't even need no make-up 

Can suck a mean dick and can cook a mean steak up 

She got a nigga focused, them other ho's hopeless 

Compared to my girl 

She make them bops look like roaches 

A dime on the scales, shorty fine as hell 

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Christian Louboutin heels, got that ass sitting real 

Got other chicks checking her fit 

Niggas trying to hit, talking 'bout 

Thugger, yoiu done hit a lick 

I know my bitch the shit, that why she my bitch 

And since she my bitch she gon' get what I get 

She down for a nigga, so I figured I might wife her 

I like her, and so I had to go ahead and invite ya' 

Is she about to catch a body? 

Body bad like a ass, working for these 

I'm about to blow the bag on you, probably 

I'm not gonna lie to you, I'mma tell the truth 

You know, you're outstanding 

Girl you knock me out, 

Exciting, yeah, you make me wanna shout 

We taking first class trips just to fulfill her fantasies 

Overseas, chauffeur please 

To be the best restaurant, we dine on fine wine 

Having a good time, trying to get up in her mind 

On top of the line designs, what's yours is mine 

What's mine's is yours, Gucci and Louis stores 

On a shopping spree, who's stopping me? 

Pass the broccoli, grab the cheese 

At least 50 G's, I got with me 

But only for baby, them other broads get none 

Ain't worried 'bout them other broads, baby number one 

She in the bauws house, got the keys to the car 

Our Lexus, this ain't mine, it's ours 

Under stars on the Range roof, damn I love the way you do you 

You the truth 

Can make any pop the balls boo, girl you special 

Kept it 100 with a nigga, had to bless ya'