I think you got it, baby, you so erotic, baby. That freaky shit you doin', don't stop it, baby. I like your style, girl, you kinda wild, girl. When you hit that stage and turn 'em out, girl.
Scarface. The streets lights are glowing, every day's another struggle. The move is slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is in tight. The city streets is hectic gotta get it.
I remember Saturdays helping Mama in her kitchen. Conversations prying, baking with passing down the wisdom. She said baby girl you're a queen and this is how you should be treated.