Just clap ya hands like this
(Like this)
Baby just clap ya hands like this
Just clap ya hands like this
(Like this)
Baby just clap ya hands like this
Cherry colored kisses on my melanin skin
You the one to call when all the pain carries in
Baby if I can tell the truth I really don't wanna sin
Fuck it
We might as well get married today
And yeah my name be Zay
Or call me Spo
From the land of the young and old
If I'm tripping off this women then something just might be wrong fam
Save that shit for another song damn
My actions are proving me slightly wrong man
Cherry colored kisses on my
Melanin skin
Melanin skin
Melanin skin
Let me in Zay
That's all I'm hearing once the verdict proves that she's my sensei
When the pen slays know that
She pop pills of the Ritalin (Focused)
Da passionate patient presses the playlist
With hopes that he gets to make it
Before ah nig meets his maker
Not talking Anita baker
I'm just searching for some sweet love
The L's burn on this side of the street love (Street love)
Cherry colored kisses on my melanin skin
You the one to call when all the pain carries in
Baby if I can tell the truth I really don't wanna sin
Fuck it
We might as well get married today
And yeah my name be
Cherry colored kisses on my
Melanin skin
Melanin skin
Melanin skin
Let me in Zay
You act like you don't know
You have my attention
You got a man but do he got you too boo
I failed to mention
Mary hit me this weekend
Before I went seen the deacon
Asked me what I was achieving
Higher Learning
The fires burning
Her thighs be urning placing collect calls to all my niggas
Mary's cherries kisses verbals disses from the misses
Uh
Blow you and yo mistress
Uh
I ain't one to listen when the mission is to distant
So I need you right beside me to repeat in repetition
That chu got me
Do you copy
Hope this ain't weird but I loved it when you called me papi
Watch my bachata
Chill with the drama
And stack commas
I got chu
Errbody just wanna be loved
But I'm giving tough love like ah brass knuckle thug
At ah swat meet
Where the thots meet
Drapped in fenty
By the plenty
Yes miss i swear
I just touched twenty
Don't touch,
Yo Phalanges be dirty hoe
Hit the doe,
Call my woe
What up folk
Preach about this vertigo I undergo
As my mind and my aura glow