Oh my God, what the frick did you do?
Yeah, yeah.
All right, all right.
True, true.
I'm bad, let me know something.
Let me know something.
True, true.
Yeah, yeah.
Like that polo on the stove, don't waste them lighters.
Yeah, open the window, let in some light.
She got the oxen, play Mariah Carey, stay the night.
A bad bitch communication style, her favorite song.
But anyways, I love this song, and I'ma play along.
On the lawn, trying to see if it's just a song.
Hold on.
Hair back in a bun.
Hold on, it's the big one, Elizabeth, here I come.
I live my life like the style of the movie.
Duh, boy, we are in a movie.
I ain't write the script on it, but I'm Neppo, baby, with the big man.
And it's 5'7", don't get sealed, but I still got it equipped.
Had to tell my buddy Hill, he in the corner, ready to hit.
Embrace my sports analogies, baby, don't be mad at me.
Direct your energy, shock me, eat me up, chop me.
Cowgirl, howdy.
Yeah, she met me at this party.
I was looking starry, yeah.
Had to quit twits from my hip, like Shaqari.
Ever fumble a model, bitch, you be eyeballing.
I'm Bougari.
Nothing sound better than a girl telling you she's sorry.
And nothing smell better than when I'm hugging on your body.
Yeah, won't you let me capture you in your natural element.
Yeah.
Let's go to vibes with Only Elegance.
Sade.
Baby girl.
Yeah.