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[00:00.000] 作词 : CHIKA/Chris McClenney
[00:01.000] 作曲 : CHIKA/Chris McClenney
[00:14.485]Yeah
[00:14.750]
[00:15.286]Clock strike ten, hunnid twenty minutes 'til the party 'posed to end
[00:17.678]Lil' mama thicker than the grip up on a pen
[00:19.535]Type of ass that make a nigga wanna run and tell a friend
[00:21.144]Pardon my French-ooh, oui
[00:22.477]Askin' around, who's she?
[00:23.799]I swear I gotta get her
[00:24.875]Accordin' to the homies ain't nobody ever met her
[00:26.469]But some nigga s call her Cindy and the others call her Ella-D
[00:28.335]Do you think that she'd be looking for a lady or a fella?
[00:29.946]Judgin' by the twinkle in eye, got me thinkin' she be down for whatever
[00:32.608]I done been around but I never seen a beauty like hers
[00:35.006]Lordy, them curves make a nigga get to stutterin' and trippin' on words
[00:37.664]No one sleepin', nigga s sheep and flockin' to her like herds
[00:39.263]But she muggin', I don't think she in the mood
[00:40.852]I'ma roll a spliff and go and wait to make a move, ooh
[00:42.438]
[00:43.247]What she doing at a party like this
[00:46.181](Like this)
[00:46.969]Walked in here and had an aura like bliss
[00:49.658](Like bliss)
[00:50.456]She ain't worried bout the ice on my wrist
[00:53.383]She got real with
[00:54.979]She want real shit , real shit
[00:56.859]
[00:57.656]And so I'm rolling this blunt over here
[01:00.329]And I overhear these two
[01:01.655]Hatin'-ass hoes in the corner
[01:03.243]Scowling and calling Ms. Cindy a "foreigner"
[01:05.630]Ripping apart the blue gown that adorn her
[01:07.225]In short, talking shit
[01:09.361]It went something like this:
[01:11.220]"Ugh, why she here?
[01:12.823]By the invitation
[01:13.612]Think they made it quite clear
[01:14.671]It's a celebration only for the graduation
[01:16.286]Deadass, I ain't even hating
[01:17.085]But she ain't in my year,"
[01:18.156]"Girl, you ain't even lying
[01:19.478]That bitch think she mother****ing fine
[01:20.546]She ain't all that,"
[01:21.879]Is they mother****ing blind?
[01:22.663]nigga, they doin' the most
[01:23.467]If these bitches wanna roast
[01:24.262]I got the mother****ing time
[01:25.320](shit)
[01:25.586]Back to the mission
[01:26.656]I done let her get up out my vision
[01:27.709](Cough)
[01:28.238]And this blunt hittin'
[01:29.304]Party 'bout to end and
[01:30.116]I ain't even got to sippin
[01:30.892]Got D'Usse up in the cooler
[01:31.960]I'm a fool or I'm trippin'
[01:32.758]So I hop up out my chair
[01:33.553]I swear I had a good listen
[01:34.615]They starting to blow me
[01:35.411]In a minute I'm dippin'
[01:36.211]'Bout to make a drink
[01:37.024]And 'round the corner, I'm whipping
[01:37.845]And I swear you won't believe
[01:38.916]Who was waiting in the kitchen, kitchen
[01:40.257]
[01:40.780]What she doing at a party like this
[01:42.910](Like this)
[01:43.986]Walked in here and had an aura like bliss
[01:46.364](Like bliss)
[01:47.435]She ain't worried bout the ice on my wrist
[01:50.352]She got real with
[01:51.960]She want real shit , real shit
文本歌词
作词 : CHIKA/Chris McClenney
作曲 : CHIKA/Chris McClenney
Yeah
Clock strike ten, hunnid twenty minutes 'til the party 'posed to end
Lil' mama thicker than the grip up on a pen
Type of ass that make a nigga wanna run and tell a friend
Pardon my French-ooh, oui
Askin' around, who's she?
I swear I gotta get her
Accordin' to the homies ain't nobody ever met her
But some nigga s call her Cindy and the others call her Ella-D
Do you think that she'd be looking for a lady or a fella?
Judgin' by the twinkle in eye, got me thinkin' she be down for whatever
I done been around but I never seen a beauty like hers
Lordy, them curves make a nigga get to stutterin' and trippin' on words
No one sleepin', nigga s sheep and flockin' to her like herds
But she muggin', I don't think she in the mood
I'ma roll a spliff and go and wait to make a move, ooh
What she doing at a party like this
(Like this)
Walked in here and had an aura like bliss
(Like bliss)
She ain't worried bout the ice on my wrist
She got real with
She want real shit , real shit
And so I'm rolling this blunt over here
And I overhear these two
Hatin'-ass hoes in the corner
Scowling and calling Ms. Cindy a "foreigner"
Ripping apart the blue gown that adorn her
In short, talking shit
It went something like this:
"Ugh, why she here?
By the invitation
Think they made it quite clear
It's a celebration only for the graduation
Deadass, I ain't even hating
But she ain't in my year,"
"Girl, you ain't even lying
That bitch think she mother****ing fine
She ain't all that,"
Is they mother****ing blind?
nigga, they doin' the most
If these bitches wanna roast
I got the mother****ing time
(shit)
Back to the mission
I done let her get up out my vision
(Cough)
And this blunt hittin'
Party 'bout to end and
I ain't even got to sippin
Got D'Usse up in the cooler
I'm a fool or I'm trippin'
So I hop up out my chair
I swear I had a good listen
They starting to blow me
In a minute I'm dippin'
'Bout to make a drink
And 'round the corner, I'm whipping
And I swear you won't believe
Who was waiting in the kitchen, kitchen
What she doing at a party like this
(Like this)
Walked in here and had an aura like bliss
(Like bliss)
She ain't worried bout the ice on my wrist
She got real with
She want real shit , real shit