Starting Six - On Me lyrics

rate me

Oh Hey girl do you want me, Oh hey girl do you want me,

Oh Hey girl do you want me, hey girl do you want me,

Oh Hey girl do you want me, Oh hey girl do you want me,

Oh Hey girl do you want me, hey girl do you want me,

Oh Hey girl do you want me, Oh hey girl do you want me.

And I know you and you know me,

You already know who it be, it's big Steve,

Off them trees, I’m high in the sky,

If you see my eyes low, then you best know why,

'Cause baby I’m lifted,

I’m already on, slurrin my words so you know that I’m gone,

It’s Starting Six bitch, all rollin up somethin,

I hop in the whip and we off to the function.

My bottom bitch call me daddy, make me happy,

Tell her bring me back two McChicken patties, that's my order, make it snappy,

I don't want a quarter back,what's hannin (happenin') Nic Nac,

I'm the captain of the ship, like hook bitch, look hey.

Starting Six, we just out here homie.

If errybody drunk, then we all still rollin, fuck it.

Tell her take another shot of the Stoli,

'Cause I shoot it on her back just like I'm the police.

Uhh, ok the vibe on me,

X-men out the house, she mystique,

I fall for the team, I goes on my three,

When I say flyboy, yeah that represent me.

I'm faded, the last of the chosen few,

Nic Nac doin good, better hold em too,

See me on and I'm focused too,

Play poker, I poke her too,

Light speed, 'cause I'm over new,

And I put it on 'sitas,

Bring em back to the house and we make features,

I came winnin, but I'm livin undisputed,

You gettin dough, betta cool it, I'm used to it,

Ay, coldest action, dopest fashion, better come over fashion boy,

Swag on like an easy button, I know it's hard, but my fees is bustin, its nothin.

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that

Ohh, ohh, she ain't gettin that

I take yo girl for the night, then I'm hittin that,

Dick her down real deep where the ribs is at,

It's Shuga Butta, real fly where the pigeons at,

Quarter pound of dough in my pocket, ain't gettin that,

Sweat drippin off me, let the bitch boss me,

Runnin through the pearl, I'm the young Glenn Cofee,

I need a freak with cheese and cheeks and a cup full of gin

and tahitia treat.

She understand from the get that I'm all in that,

But she know I get around like an almanac,

She be lookin luke warm, needa hit the two-four,

I swear these whores be for, be warned,

I wagged the finger,

She all up on the kid T-Wag, the singer,

She all up on the fed and a fly demeanor,

When my plane take off, know I had to leave her, Young Peter.

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that,

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that,

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that,

Ohh, Ohh, she ain't gettin that,

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that,

Ohh, ohh, she ain’t gettin that,

Oh Hey girl do you want me, Oh hey girl do you want me,

Oh Hey girl do you want me, hey girl do you want me,

Oh Hey girl do you want me, Oh hey girl do you want me,

Oh Hey girl do you want me, hey girl do you want me.