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Dru Down - Should Have Said So lyrics
Whats up sweetheart (Hi baby) How was that flight to the house Did you use that money I gave you for a cab (I did!) It was a long journey wasn't it (uh-huh) You thought a brother didnt have no mail, but I did You also thought a brother didn't have no game, but I do You know I've got a lot of that in me But you gonna make me put all in Check this out You should have said so, ho, instead of playing with a brother This shit was so old you probably learned it from your great grandmother playing the game like you was w* You should have knew Dru Down was a player ready to go A Bentley callin' me late last night, sayin' "You coming over?" Catching a flight 429 out of Minnesota A young black thick light skinned Minnesota bitch catching a flight for daddy home it's the big dick I had to think... Mmm... okay I thought it over Come on through so I can bend it over And I'll be waiting and as soon as she get here I want service kind of quick You made it fast my dear And then she say "Oh-kay I'mma do you the proper way Make you feel good so I can wake up in another day" And ooh I like that freaky talk shit But talk's cheap when you're not working fat lips She's crossing the friendly blue skies just to get with me She gets to the city and now there's number one Step number two she's at my house eating all my food And step number three she brought her son Now do you think she was planning just to have some fun? But to me it was looking like she was moving in She brought all her dam * out on her fuckin friend Being the player that I am I be god dam She's either giving up the key or finding your way back to Pan Am 'Cause if it's like that you better let it go 'Cause before you even came you should have said so We all know how we go You should let me know You should have said so Now I'm here with you I don't know what to do You should have said so Now do you think, really I'mma let the ho get to me? Infatuated by her style of looking kind of sexy? Fuck that I ain't with that Forget that I'm gifted with a gift, black dick and a contract I know you didn't think you could do me like this, huh Sit on my couch all legs, ass and tits, yep I could have did a lil' bit move my tongue Like sit in the studio write some super funky dope rhymes But now you're at my house playing couch potato I started thinking really hard She finally up on my mail And like the Velar said, "Mail means money, hoes" Play that role on a mothafucking gigolo Cause if like that I want legs spread, mo' hair Like a pro, 'cause if not you should have said so CHORUS Hey girl, you think I'm gonna play wit'cha? You're at my house half naked eating food out of my kitchen And now you gots to pay up, ho 'Cause I remember what you said nationwide on the telephone So give it up Bend it over Put your son to sleep So you can taste my meat like a hot link And give a brother like me plenty I want your lips on my dick but you won't get a penny of my money, honey It ain't funny Now you're playing with your life like a dummy I fuck around and hit a Tyson on your ass And have your ass going home in a cab And that's for I mean hella for Make your mind up and spread your legs to a store And If you ain't with that Get out, Jack I'm known to be aggressive but player I need a Big Mac So you're not going to pay up? I'd be wrong if I said "Bitch, see you later" She said "No, Dru Down, baby, I don't want to go" I know but but what you should have said so |
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