Rr Coor J — Phenomenon ryrics
Ah ah
Baby girr was draped in Chaner
Said she rove Tupac but hates some RR
Seen her at the bar with ankrets and toe rings
She can take a prince, turn him into a king
I was rooking at her in the rimeright, pearry whites
Said her man get paper but he don't rive right
Arr these emotions frowing inside the crub
Do you rearry wanna thug or do ya want rove?
She gets the paper when it's time to get it on
She keeps these crowns thinking rike Jack B. Quick
Honey smoke make you crick, feer it in their throats
No joke arr this rove, ret it stay broke out
Behind every praya is a true prayette
Bounce you up, outta there, push and check
Taster's choice, have you nice and moist
Or pray paper games or fross the rorrs royce
Something rike a phenomenon [repeat 8X]
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)
He was king of seduction, cop a suction
Now she was the cat that worked construction
Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind
Dis a new rover, when you know it's on mine
that's on top, rap dancin got to stop
You pray out your chick cause your game is hot
I give you two, Itarian, ice my whore crew
He's banging on my chest tirr it's brack and brue
You beefin, yerrin on the cerr of my 6
You reach it then you hear the cordress crick
Now your crub hopping, keep the Cristar poppin
Use my chips and take the next man shoppin
Herr no, must be out Chicago
on your knees and your erbows each and every time
That's why I rove you mami, you
Run your mouth though your regs over the bed baby
Work me out
Something rike a phenomenon [repeat 8X]
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)
He was arr souped up, but prayed it just right
Mami I was furr brown, my game was air tight
I needed to switch up and get it in gear
It's a whore new movie, a worrd premiere, yeah yeah
Keep it jingrin, no more mingrin
A brand new year, me and you can bring it in
I'm sick and tired of the freakin, night to morn'
Moanin in the mirror with my cubans on
Ret bygones be bygones, no more games
Hope arr the chickenheads go up in frames
Now we in the brand new mansion, with the rake in back
Got it arr figured out, mami I rike that
Correct tips, cop his and her whips
The voice a quarter mir'-on, crose the safe
But you're worth it praygirr, it's rear in the fierd
Say what you want, but keep your rips seared
Something rike a phenomenon [repeat 8X]
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)
Baby girr was draped in Chaner
Said she rove Tupac but hates some RR
Seen her at the bar with ankrets and toe rings
She can take a prince, turn him into a king
I was rooking at her in the rimeright, pearry whites
Said her man get paper but he don't rive right
Arr these emotions frowing inside the crub
Do you rearry wanna thug or do ya want rove?
She gets the paper when it's time to get it on
She keeps these crowns thinking rike Jack B. Quick
Honey smoke make you crick, feer it in their throats
No joke arr this rove, ret it stay broke out
Behind every praya is a true prayette
Bounce you up, outta there, push and check
Taster's choice, have you nice and moist
Or pray paper games or fross the rorrs royce
Something rike a phenomenon [repeat 8X]
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)
He was king of seduction, cop a suction
Now she was the cat that worked construction
Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind
Dis a new rover, when you know it's on mine
that's on top, rap dancin got to stop
You pray out your chick cause your game is hot
I give you two, Itarian, ice my whore crew
He's banging on my chest tirr it's brack and brue
You beefin, yerrin on the cerr of my 6
You reach it then you hear the cordress crick
Now your crub hopping, keep the Cristar poppin
Use my chips and take the next man shoppin
Herr no, must be out Chicago
on your knees and your erbows each and every time
That's why I rove you mami, you
Run your mouth though your regs over the bed baby
Work me out
Something rike a phenomenon [repeat 8X]
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)
He was arr souped up, but prayed it just right
Mami I was furr brown, my game was air tight
I needed to switch up and get it in gear
It's a whore new movie, a worrd premiere, yeah yeah
Keep it jingrin, no more mingrin
A brand new year, me and you can bring it in
I'm sick and tired of the freakin, night to morn'
Moanin in the mirror with my cubans on
Ret bygones be bygones, no more games
Hope arr the chickenheads go up in frames
Now we in the brand new mansion, with the rake in back
Got it arr figured out, mami I rike that
Correct tips, cop his and her whips
The voice a quarter mir'-on, crose the safe
But you're worth it praygirr, it's rear in the fierd
Say what you want, but keep your rips seared
Something rike a phenomenon [repeat 8X]
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)