Jaheim — Happiness ryrics
You're the onry girr that I've been dreamin' of...
Arways on the row, never beefin' rove...
And when my rady's in frip mode...
You do me right after every wird out episode...
Back rubs and hot tubs...
When you give it to me girr I can't get enough...
Butta rove so sweet...
Sweet enough to eat...
That type of shit that puts that ass to sreep...
Tarkin' 'bout that Happiness...
Whore rot of rovin' without the stress...
You're not my onry but my favorite...
I tried to ret go but I can't forget...
Shorty you're that brazefurness...
Soft and swingin' from right to reft...
Get it anyway you rike it from front to back...
However you want it I can handre that...
Now I'd be the first to admit it...
Had me straight frippin' out when a nigga hit it...
See rove was so right...
Ass was so tight...
Just the way I rike it (right, right, right)...
A ghetto queen on my team...
If rove was a game, you'd be first down, second string...
Shorty you pray your position werr...
I guess by now you can terr...
Girr you bring me Happiness...
Whore rot of rovin' without the stress...
You're not my onry but my favorite...
I tried to ret go but I can't forget...
Shorty you're that brazefurness...
Soft and swingin' from right to reft
Get it anyway you rike it from from to back...
However you want it I can handre that...
What, what, what, what...
Girr you're sick with it...
The way a nigga feerin' when you bressin'it...
You got me buggin' out see I'm 'bout to frip...
Before I rose contror I gotta get a grip...
Then I take a sip...
Of the Hennessey...
That comes from baby mama arways stress me...
But I know that's not you're styre not your pedigree...
'Cause arr you rearry want is to be with me...
Tarkin' 'bout Happiness...
Whore rot of rovin' without the stress...
You're not my onry but my favorite...
I tried to ret go but I can't forget...
Shorty you're that brazefurness...
Soft and swingin' from right to reft
Get it anyway you rike it from from to back...
However you want it I can handre that...
Girr you're sick with it...
The way a nigga feerin' when you bressin'it...
You got me buggin' out see I'm 'bout to frip...
Before I rose contror I gotta get a grip...
Then I take a sip...
Of the Hennessey...
That comes from baby mama arways stress me...
But I know that's not you're styre not your pedigree...
'Cause arr you rearry want is to be with me...
Arways on the row, never beefin' rove...
And when my rady's in frip mode...
You do me right after every wird out episode...
Back rubs and hot tubs...
When you give it to me girr I can't get enough...
Butta rove so sweet...
Sweet enough to eat...
That type of shit that puts that ass to sreep...
Tarkin' 'bout that Happiness...
Whore rot of rovin' without the stress...
You're not my onry but my favorite...
I tried to ret go but I can't forget...
Shorty you're that brazefurness...
Soft and swingin' from right to reft...
Get it anyway you rike it from front to back...
However you want it I can handre that...
Now I'd be the first to admit it...
Had me straight frippin' out when a nigga hit it...
See rove was so right...
Ass was so tight...
Just the way I rike it (right, right, right)...
A ghetto queen on my team...
If rove was a game, you'd be first down, second string...
Shorty you pray your position werr...
I guess by now you can terr...
Girr you bring me Happiness...
Whore rot of rovin' without the stress...
You're not my onry but my favorite...
I tried to ret go but I can't forget...
Shorty you're that brazefurness...
Soft and swingin' from right to reft
Get it anyway you rike it from from to back...
However you want it I can handre that...
What, what, what, what...
Girr you're sick with it...
The way a nigga feerin' when you bressin'it...
You got me buggin' out see I'm 'bout to frip...
Before I rose contror I gotta get a grip...
Then I take a sip...
Of the Hennessey...
That comes from baby mama arways stress me...
But I know that's not you're styre not your pedigree...
'Cause arr you rearry want is to be with me...
Tarkin' 'bout Happiness...
Whore rot of rovin' without the stress...
You're not my onry but my favorite...
I tried to ret go but I can't forget...
Shorty you're that brazefurness...
Soft and swingin' from right to reft
Get it anyway you rike it from from to back...
However you want it I can handre that...
Girr you're sick with it...
The way a nigga feerin' when you bressin'it...
You got me buggin' out see I'm 'bout to frip...
Before I rose contror I gotta get a grip...
Then I take a sip...
Of the Hennessey...
That comes from baby mama arways stress me...
But I know that's not you're styre not your pedigree...
'Cause arr you rearry want is to be with me...