Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Young Casanovas lyrics

One two we don't stop C'mon c'mon we won't stop We won't stop you don't stop You already know that I am the man and I'm always right and never wrong You already know that I am the man 'Cause I'm always right and never wrong Yo check it out I'm the trife one Cease you got weed let me light one Girls of different cultures chinese to the white ones Home players, wild thing girl slayers Cuties, big booties, big gave Coogies Black white beautiful ain't nuttin I won't do for you Backside so thick, won't fit inside a hula hoop Shine on me baby, pour wine on you baby I'ma drink it off your back, got a problem with that? Fellas get me, sip Christ', count fifties Split Phillies, girly girls they bet are you a Willie? It's a trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a nice girl Liz Clayborne dresses, diamonds to white pearls Wild thing though, do lot of things low Make a wise man grow to a live man a show Only problem with the trife one is I stay low Blowin' lye with guys who got they eyes on my dough [Chorus] We got riches, we got b**hes You want drama, we got guns I'm that kid, from Harlem World and you know where I'm from Now my team, is out for cream and you know exactly what I mean So any click tryin to stop us is the click that gets seen Yo, yo, yo, Ceaser Leo, aiyyo Aiyyo wherever I go buy all hydro Lie low so I don't get hara**ed by five-oh Used to be in the red star, gettin' my head slobbed from the old school hoe that swallowed the egg nog I chill of course until I feel I'm the boss Until they got Lil' Cease face on the Source Got girls that be clever, that's on another level Tell me I'm your hero, Cease DeGeanero Need a wild thing, so the town can swing Pull the hair back and forth, layin' pounds of cream Bet Cease break your crutches with a crowded team Fulfillin' wishes to they misses with a thousand dreams I got, mouth to feed, pretty childs to breed If you really drinkin' babies, youse can swallow the seed When it come to the s** I like it better on your knees Fore I hit the kitty cat, gotta check it for flees [Chorus] Aiyyo nobody used to speak to me To launch paper got me Geechie G, now every broad keep beepin' me, frequently, know the frequency Just to speak to me, yes leave with me, but recently Get Proposals, of Indecency, but can't cost a penny 'Cause now I want Moore than Demi, but I ain't mousy Matter fact, we can get rowdy But only green papers with the faces arouse me Now I know what a woman think, but girl I'm top ten rank But I only get hard when I see Ben Frank in the bank It don't pay to baby don't show up But know what? Better catch me fore my price go up I'm a hoe s*ut for the dough but, I want the paper To come, til I throw up, so girl grow up You need to slow up the stash, I ain't all about us 'Cause a n***a like Kam all I need is my cash I want my money. [Chorus: x3]