Money Makin Nique - High School Fling lyrics

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Dear girl 2 roads down, I think I’m into that little swag you hold down

No I’m quiet, you ain’t know this shit, but you know now

Them titties balloons, puty and your culo round

I see you on the bus, but I be too shy to say shit

Heard you tell your girls bout your boy and how we ain’t shit

How you faked it, when y’all fuck how he make slick

Comments bout your airing outfit, when he hates it

Damn nigga, I oughta punch him in his mouth yo

You should be with me and I can show you how to count dough

Dick long, come passion ease like …

Got a little car grill look like a mouth closed

Cheaper at the house, though, niggas is a mess here

Take it to the lake and that, and we can have sex there

12 grade swagging, good grades and hoops too

Get your boyfriend robbed, he gonna get his loot loosed

Running back to you lion, no movies or 6 flags

Bitches, talking like he tough and got his shit snatched

Anyway, lunch day dreaming at you all day

Walk into the locker looking at you in the hallway

All way, dress in robin jeans, part as double strap

Loving that, your fine ass, looking like a hundred racks

We can talk about your day and study what we sit though

Miss so and so, how he annoying the shit go

Or how the principle fuck around with the gym teach

All bark, all bite, big teeth, it’s neat, get me

I’m genuine as leather my, lucky Dominique

And niggas gotta say it 7 times, ah.