five star chick I need a 5 star chick I need a 5 star chick I want a five star chick [Yo Gotti:] It's ya bo yo gotti I do grade A shit I'm dha realist
open, nuts you ate it Player on the side, I know he hate it Alligator shoes, I'm tailor made it Fuck high-class, we move low-graded Last night what,
from drug dealing It's rules to the game, trust nobody that's squealing Cause snitching is a pet peeve, like a bitch with a bad weave It's not honor
[Chorus: x2] She got some micros, she got a weave wrap She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax Now let me pull ya hair(pull ya hair) 3X [Verse 1
: [Chorus: x2] She got some micros, she got a weave wrap She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax Now let me pull ya hair(pull ya hair) 3X [Verse
fancy. Weave through the hell and high water hot zone, diseases in the minute the idiot got home. Camu Tao Now I'm a teacher, 1st grade, and I want
on, had me taking baths with the dishes Taught me how to read at age three, fast little whiz kid Gave me soup to feed my fevers Laughin' at the jokes that we would weave
nice I want to know what's under that From the front to the back, I'm gutter Try hump hump hump from the back Like we in the first grade again, baby
[Chorus: x2] She got some micros, she got a weave wrap She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax Now let me pull ya hair(pull ya hair) 3X [Verse
nice I want to know what's under that From the front to the back, I'm gutter Try hump hump hump from the back Like we in the first grade again, baby I
the days) When? (back in the days) Im still back in the days But now the year is 87-88 Thats when my crew and I Were in Junior high in 7th grade