No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
They won't say a thing, but all my homies know
I know that this ain't your first rodeo
Cause you know how to ride that thang
Like a pro. How could I complain?
Applying pressure. Tryna tell ya
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
(No, no, no)
Uh, ouu Lawd
Turn yo cake to goulash
You gone need a new bra
100%, I'm full charged
Getting bent behind this tint
They can't even guess who you are
It's 5%, so stuck on this dick. They can't see shit. It's too dark
I'm so grimy. Baby girl don't mind me
Pulled up nightly. Struck that thang like lightning
This here feel so nice, probably would buy it
You touch me so right. You got that Midas
Honestly
The way you texting got your man onto me
You hit me up as soon as he gone asleep
Like, "he ain't nothing"
You ain't bluffing, but you in there with him, so let's end discussion
When y'all fussin, just pretend it's nothing. Say he been buggin
Boss, coworker, friend, cousin. Tell that man something
Ain't it funny? Every single function, we just end up f*ckin baby
Aw man
Just recline on this sofa
Ease your mind while I'm over
I'm hoping you don't give your gifts to everybody like Oprah
Hocus pocus, Magic potion
I disappear while I'm poking
Now I'm focused. Now you're open as the ocean
Now I'm stroking, no aerobics. Yeah, yeah
She want lunch with me
Well lay back, Ima eat it like snacks from Fun Company
And then we gone change
Yeah, you gone throw brain
No, I ain't on games
Baby I'm a grown man
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
They won't say a thing, but all my homies know
I know that this ain't your first rodeo
Cause you know how to ride that thang
Like a pro. How could I complain?
Applying pressure. Tryna tell ya
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
(No, no, no)
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No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
They won't say a thing, but all my homies know
I know that this ain't your first rodeo
Cause you know how to ride that thang
Like a pro. How could I complain?
Applying pressure. Tryna tell ya
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
(No, no, no)
Uh, ouu Lawd
Turn yo cake to goulash
You gone need a new bra
100%, I'm full charged
Getting bent behind this tint
They can't even guess who you are
It's 5%, so stuck on this dick. They can't see shit. It's too dark
I'm so grimy. Baby girl don't mind me
Pulled up nightly. Struck that thang like lightning
This here feel so nice, probably would buy it
You touch me so right. You got that Midas
Honestly
The way you texting got your man onto me
You hit me up as soon as he gone asleep
Like, "he ain't nothing"
You ain't bluffing, but you in there with him, so let's end discussion
When y'all fussin, just pretend it's nothing. Say he been buggin
Boss, coworker, friend, cousin. Tell that man something
Ain't it funny? Every single function, we just end up f*ckin baby
Aw man
Just recline on this sofa
Ease your mind while I'm over
I'm hoping you don't give your gifts to everybody like Oprah
Hocus pocus, Magic potion
I disappear while I'm poking
Now I'm focused. Now you're open as the ocean
Now I'm stroking, no aerobics. Yeah, yeah
She want lunch with me
Well lay back, Ima eat it like snacks from Fun Company
And then we gone change
Yeah, you gone throw brain
No, I ain't on games
Baby I'm a grown man
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
They won't say a thing, but all my homies know
I know that this ain't your first rodeo
Cause you know how to ride that thang
Like a pro. How could I complain?
Applying pressure. Tryna tell ya
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
(No, no, no)
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
They won't say a thing, but all my homies know
I know that this ain't your first rodeo
Cause you know how to ride that thang
Like a pro. How could I complain?
Applying pressure. Tryna tell ya
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
(No, no, no)
Uh, ouu Lawd
Turn yo cake to goulash
You gone need a new bra
100%, I'm full charged
Getting bent behind this tint
They can't even guess who you are
It's 5%, so stuck on this dick. They can't see shit. It's too dark
I'm so grimy. Baby girl don't mind me
Pulled up nightly. Struck that thang like lightning
This here feel so nice, probably would buy it
You touch me so right. You got that Midas
Honestly
The way you texting got your man onto me
You hit me up as soon as he gone asleep
Like, "he ain't nothing"
You ain't bluffing, but you in there with him, so let's end discussion
When y'all fussin, just pretend it's nothing. Say he been buggin
Boss, coworker, friend, cousin. Tell that man something
Ain't it funny? Every single function, we just end up f*ckin baby
Aw man
Just recline on this sofa
Ease your mind while I'm over
I'm hoping you don't give your gifts to everybody like Oprah
Hocus pocus, Magic potion
I disappear while I'm poking
Now I'm focused. Now you're open as the ocean
Now I'm stroking, no aerobics. Yeah, yeah
She want lunch with me
Well lay back, Ima eat it like snacks from Fun Company
And then we gone change
Yeah, you gone throw brain
No, I ain't on games
Baby I'm a grown man
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
They won't say a thing, but all my homies know
I know that this ain't your first rodeo
Cause you know how to ride that thang
Like a pro. How could I complain?
Applying pressure. Tryna tell ya
No, I'm not a child
Baby girl clap it like it's Choppa Style
We both grown. What is there to talk about?
Ya boyfriend too protective. That is not my style
(No, no, no)
Writer: Cameron Ferguson
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