Lyrics

Yeah, you don't even have to change the freckle on your nose (Royal House on the beat) Oh, I love all the ways you make me laugh at all your jokes Please don't change the way you are 'Cause I'm in love with every part Single-file line, this for all the single ladies Purse full of singles, told me that she's single for a reason Say when she give it up, niggas don't know how to act Love doin' her, hate when niggas breathin' down her back Workin' two steady jobs, so she got her own money Just paid out of pocket, sent her daughter off to homecoming Career woman, college grad from Virginia Beach Long hair, fat ass with some pretty feet Dead gang said she usually on the Yellsidе (yeah, you don't even have to) Head made me wanna buy hеr Gucci and Chanel slides (change the freckle on your nose) Waist snatched, fresh wax, YSL pumps (oh, I love all the ways you) Face beat, kept her hair and her nails done (make me laugh at all your jokes) Love her shrimp fried hard, steaks well done (please don't change the way you are) Say, "Good pussy ain't for free," but she don't sell none ('cause I'm in love with every part) Ain't even brought the cash with her 'cause her bag different Her hangin' out is why she split up with her last nigga She brag different, strut around with all that ass twitchin' Late-night stripper, early-morning practician Half-mixed with a touch of class, saved by the bell Me, I'm the type who's never present when the bell rung Said all these niggas broke in real life, be catfishin' Behind the scenes, bet these niggas be some real bums Always play in the background like they ad-libbin' Say, "Good pussy ain't for free," but she don't sell none French tips, new polish, lookin' like somebody wife (yeah, you don't even have to) Puttin' on some happy weight, she been lovin' life (change the freckle on your nose) Thicker than a Snicker if you seent her in a gown (oh, I love all the ways you) Golden arch in her back, love to see me smile (make me laugh at all your jokes) Wish she could live in my lap, told me she love it here (please don't change the way you are) House and car paid off, what I love to hear ('cause I'm in love with every part) Another nigga leavin' her biggest of all fears One time, she came to me crying crocodile tears Other than that, it's mostly all cheers So every time she kick it with me, I be all ears You know you sexy on that pole in the Shay club Before she met me, said she never really made love Told her that's what they all say, but one thing that they can't is They had me wrapped around they finger like a ACE bandage So if you really love a nigga, then let's hit the road Life of the Jackson, welcome to another episode
Writer(s): Boldy James, Roger Goodman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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