D.J. Paul - Gel & Weave lyrics

[Hook] She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, till Crunk She got gel and Weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave Wit a big round a**, I'm yo man to be [Verse 1] You can put a wig on a pig-a-lig Make her dance the jig-a-lig Bring all the money back to Daddy and I'm diggin it Burgundy or honey blonde Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they orange plum Don't forget the gold teeth and set the club half naked In the sto house shoes, cussin out authority Body full of tattoos Bedroom doin things, pickin out her tounge ring Livin in the projects, could be in the game She from the hoody-hood all to the goody-good Lips and her tounge and it's all understoody-stood First of the month now your kids on the sat Similac Droppin over Mama's house, irl what's crackilatin? Hookin up with so-called G-string or no draws Fingernails, big hips, juicy wet, pink lips Ready man to do the damn thing at the motel If you're bang-banging all night she'll go tell [Hook] She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, till Crunk She got gel and Weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave Wit a big round a**, I'm yo man to be [Verse 2] Baldhead scallywag, wit nothin in back You better yak it, ten dollar for a bag Messed up in the trash Could be some can kalong Dude who sold it at the boot liquor run All to the good though, drink it like a wine though And smoke till she pa** out, mainly the hydro A state in a care fate All up in LD's wanna be a twilight, you know what I like Hey duck she gon break somethin Turn around and make some Meet a real n***a anywhere she gon shake somethin Like shoutin out 'cause her bu*t like an elephant Got a real girl dog, that is irrelevant A mage a twa twa, she'll call me DaDa Or maybe PaPa in back of car car Her friend can join in, go snap that p**n in Call Mr. Hit wit a playa was born in [Hook] She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, till Crunk She got gel and Weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave Wit a big round a**, I'm yo man to be [Verse 3] When you get her on the drank she gon get a lil frisky Legs stayin open, no rubber, kinda risky Got a bad body makin moves like a gypsy Cornbread fed at the club very tipsy Only dealt wit those that be in the hood slangin Lunch at Matt's car wash sh** is where they hangin System up loud in the car keep it wang'n Out wit Suge Knight, shake em up do they thang and Lookin real hard she'll know that I want it Got me on hard so I go and get a bone and Hey baby gal, all that, can you lone it Weave and them contacts, man I'ma bone it Say it's all good she about to kick her man out Left her wit a wood and she gon blow the brains out All in her bed so I had to yank my thang out Pullin on her fro, wasn't hair and it came out