Zavon - Booty Shorts Lyrics

I'm qualified in making Lil mama my bride
And once I get it I hit it from the back front and side
Some prepositions but in my head, I'm talking positions
That's how I think when you cook with Booty Shorts in the kitchen

I Made myself a millionaire I don't need no help
But can't lie I ain't do this shit by myself
I got the team, got the gang, now we all got wealth
Need to stop giving us trophy's no more room on the shelf
The no more room in my penthouse
I bought every floor
Master bedroom for the bags cause that bitch was Dior
Don't look too long you'll get sore
Just take a pic it last more... time
So when you try and rewind and tell ya friends bout the time
You saw a Brother so fine
That you forget all ya lines
All you could out was hi
To the man that make you feel high
When everywhere else is low
The 121 radio the only channel she know
I take my time do it slow, don't do that shit with no hoe
Take off my diamonds and gold And
She got the curves and I'm sold And
Good with the words do I'm golden
Good with the music I'm Chosen
Look at my neck and it's frozen
Look at my set and it's closin
The best for last I suppose
I'm sellin our every show
I lost the count in a row
But I just copped me a Rolls
Surpassing all of my goals
No longer eating sleep for dinner
Mama knew I was a winner
Bitches love me now I'm thinner
Shoulda love me for my inner

I'm qualified in making Lil mama my bride
And once I get it I hit it from the back front and side
Some prepositions but in my head, I'm talking positions
That's how I think when you cook with Booty Shorts in the kitchen

I was Jordan you was Pippin
Now you love me from a distance
Now you wishin' that you could have
Everything go yo way
You ain't got no choice in the Royce
Chillin with my new bae
And we goin' all the way
Every anniversary
Do not stand it disarray
Fortune tellin' that's so ray
Porcelain on my crystal plate
Thousand dollars for the steak
But I'm never trippin' with my baby
Everything is great

None of her love is fake
I swear this shit is fate
I'm Boutta put a ring on it
That ain't for debate
None of her love is fake
I swear this shit is fate
I'm Boutta put a ring on it
That ain't for debate (Cause I'm)

I'm qualified in making Lil mama my bride
And once I get it I hit it from the back front and side
Some prepositions but in my head, I'm talking positions
That's how I think when you cook with Booty Shorts in the kitchen

Yeah
I'm qualified in making Lil mama my bride
And once I get it I hit it from the back front and side
Some prepositions but in my head, I'm talking positions
That's how I think when you cook with Booty Shorts in the kitchen

I ain't playing you know like
Go look up your vocab on prepositions too
Yuh yuh, yuh
Last day of summer i ain't tryna go to no school tommorrow
Huhhh, yuh yuh, yuh