Текст и слова песни Sole – 4 5 6 (explicit Version)
[featuring JT Money & Kandi]
(JT Money)
Yo what's up what's up baby dis yo nigga
(Sole)
Nigga where da fuck you at
(JT Money)
Mr. good dick what you say?
(Sole)
I said where da fuck you at
(JT Money)
What how you feel how you say you feel word?
(Sole)
I feel like you need to get home before yo shit be outside
(JT Money)
You say you need daddy to come through and regulate
What? Put his thang down, what? It's all good baby
(Sole)
It could be 4, 5, 6 you bet not be nowhere laid up wit no bitch
You betta bring home to momma don't be playin' and shit
If you get horny when you out no need for eyein' them hoes
Why eat a burger when you got steak and potatoes at home
A short drive is all it take, I'm just a phone call away
Ain't no excuses mutha fucka for you runnin' astray
I give it to you when you want it ain't no other's like mine
Yo ex-bitch cant fuck with this so don't be wastin' yo time
The Indian, black mix, boy like I told you before
And we can ay-ya-ya the fur rug on my living room floor
Ain't nann hoe gone bring it like you know I'mma bring it,
And ain't nann hoe can freak it like you know I'mma freak it
Ain't nann ho gone shake it like you know I'mma shake it
And ain't nann hoe gone take it like you know I'mma take it
So don't make me come lookin' for you, pull you outta some mix
Then turn around and bust you in yo shit for 4,5, or 6
CHORUS:
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you getting horny,
I don't give a damn 'bout who you wit,
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you getting horny,
I don't give a damn 'bout who you wit,
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
(JT money)
You know me as your player, your pipe player, yo all night stayer
All up in your sauce when you need your rocks off
Knock yo socks off, baby off the chain in this bitch
Have you wide eyed sucking while I'm slangin' dis dick
Got you lovin' dis shit, suckin' and fuckin' dis dick
Wanna go and make some bucks for dis dick
Fighting all in the club for dis dick
I'm the player that you chose
Long as you satisfied baby fuck dem other hoes
Just keep my pussy horny so you can put it on me
Girl you know I'm the only, one who can satisfy your monkey
Ain't nobody gone do you like I do when I put this love stick inside you
Money, man guaranteed to satisfy you, have you open all night like a drive
Through
So bring yo thang home so I can get my bang on
I hope you like's a good fuck because my game strong
And I ain't lying girl you wouldn't if you could quit
I signs my name on dat pussy, Mr. good dick that's my shit
CHORUS:
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you getting horny,
I don't give a damn 'bout who you wit,
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you getting horny,
(JT Money)
Yo what's up what's up baby dis yo nigga
(Sole)
Nigga where da fuck you at
(JT Money)
Mr. good dick what you say?
(Sole)
I said where da fuck you at
(JT Money)
What how you feel how you say you feel word?
(Sole)
I feel like you need to get home before yo shit be outside
(JT Money)
You say you need daddy to come through and regulate
What? Put his thang down, what? It's all good baby
(Sole)
It could be 4, 5, 6 you bet not be nowhere laid up wit no bitch
You betta bring home to momma don't be playin' and shit
If you get horny when you out no need for eyein' them hoes
Why eat a burger when you got steak and potatoes at home
A short drive is all it take, I'm just a phone call away
Ain't no excuses mutha fucka for you runnin' astray
I give it to you when you want it ain't no other's like mine
Yo ex-bitch cant fuck with this so don't be wastin' yo time
The Indian, black mix, boy like I told you before
And we can ay-ya-ya the fur rug on my living room floor
Ain't nann hoe gone bring it like you know I'mma bring it,
And ain't nann hoe can freak it like you know I'mma freak it
Ain't nann ho gone shake it like you know I'mma shake it
And ain't nann hoe gone take it like you know I'mma take it
So don't make me come lookin' for you, pull you outta some mix
Then turn around and bust you in yo shit for 4,5, or 6
CHORUS:
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you getting horny,
I don't give a damn 'bout who you wit,
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you getting horny,
I don't give a damn 'bout who you wit,
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
(JT money)
You know me as your player, your pipe player, yo all night stayer
All up in your sauce when you need your rocks off
Knock yo socks off, baby off the chain in this bitch
Have you wide eyed sucking while I'm slangin' dis dick
Got you lovin' dis shit, suckin' and fuckin' dis dick
Wanna go and make some bucks for dis dick
Fighting all in the club for dis dick
I'm the player that you chose
Long as you satisfied baby fuck dem other hoes
Just keep my pussy horny so you can put it on me
Girl you know I'm the only, one who can satisfy your monkey
Ain't nobody gone do you like I do when I put this love stick inside you
Money, man guaranteed to satisfy you, have you open all night like a drive
Through
So bring yo thang home so I can get my bang on
I hope you like's a good fuck because my game strong
And I ain't lying girl you wouldn't if you could quit
I signs my name on dat pussy, Mr. good dick that's my shit
CHORUS:
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you getting horny,
I don't give a damn 'bout who you wit,
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you getting horny,
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