Goodies

My goodies, my goodies, my goodies, NOT MY GOODIES! Ladies and Gentlemen! (Whoa Whoa Whoa!) Say, looky looky. Aw suki suki! Want dem goody goodies? Dats my pookie tuki Gone gurl! Get ya back up off tha wall Do dat matrix part but don't fall! Aw naw w

This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac White tees, Nikes, gangstas don't know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin' on chrome Chokin' on that home-grown They got that Southern cookin' T

Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh Where you at boy Where you at boy Ohh I've been callin' you all night long And I'm becoming best friends with the dial tone 'Cuz you not pickin' up the phone I called ya cell and ya home And still I sit here alone B

Ladies and Gentlemen This is a Jazze Phizzle Productshizzle "Missy" The princess is here "Ciara" This beat is Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh Work my body, so melodic, this beat rolls through my chest Everbody, ma, and pap

I don't need me a basketball player All I need is somebody that's down for me And he don't have to have money His love is just like honey It's so sweet to me He can have everything in this world But he'll sacrifice it all for me And I made up my mind

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Turn me up Bangladesh, bang the bass Yeah... Sho nuff C-I-A-R-A Let's go Oh I'm so glad you came 'Cuz you are the cutest thing Beauty should be your name And I should be your lady baby Tell me where you been all my life? 'Cuz you're so sexy and I Lik

My goodies, my goodies, my goodies Not my goodies I got a sick reputation for handling broads All I need is me a few seconds or more And it's my rap Tell valet to bring my 'Lac And I ain't comin' back So you can put the car right there I'm the truth

I hope I don't make you mad, with what I'm 'bout to say boy Here we are once again, and I'm havin' second thoughts boy I'm not messin' with your head, but I changed my mind boy I don't know why I'm here, the same time I want you near If you want me t

C-I-A-R-A Every time I look up He be sliding' through in the F150 pickup On them things shining' with the crazy banging system Laid back reclining' with his arm up out the window like Every time he calls I pick up When he doesn't I be quick to double