Ray Dawn - S.O.S. lyrics
[Verse 1] Back up on my pimpin' got baby girl smitten Baby girl listen, I know you got a man Girl here's the plan listen Let's get missin' we can dip this instant Get so distant they'll be persistent to file us both missin' Let you buy me dinner can I put the tip in If this ain't pimipin' girl tell me what is I'm mackin' on a man's wiz while he takes a wiz girl you know that I'm the shiz [Hook] Ya man's never on ya mind Girl I'm seein' all the signs how's somethin' on the side Juss somethin' on the side Ma hit me on the celly whenever you wanna ride Ya man never give you time For the future keep in mind it's juss somethin' on the side Juss somethin' on the side Ma hit me on the celly whenever you swingin' by [Verse 2] Morning phone call baby girl wanna ball Last night they had a fight and all night she balled So I meet her at the mall and I front the ice cream Watch her try on some Vicki thongs and True Religion jeans sh** is never what it seems All the cream for that ring don't mean a damn thing Cause you gotta keep her happy and you gotta make her laugh You gotta have some patience and you gotta wax that a** You the type a dude prolly got three moves And got the nerve to wonder why her box is stingy wit the juice Girl I keep the box flooded overfilled fish tanks You can bet on it, big bank take ‘lil bank Lemme pull rank, not for now he can have ya Or so he thinks, let him baby sip his Fanta Costanza coachin' yo the coach can't stand ya Drool on my bamboo ya girl a glad panda [Hook] [Verse 3] You're so cool girl I might juss wanna date ya Maybe let you sleep over maybe let you meet the neighbors Maybe open up the stables let them bottom fillies out Let you see what I'm about and let you take the city route Show you where I grew up, the same place I blew up And I live like so what, cheifin' never sober I'm leavin' on my own girl you comin' wit me She is no Frisbee I can't toss her back Whenever she is wit me I'ma need her on my lap Countin' three to four snacks in-between feedin' snacks So a n***a can relax…sit back And reflect on some sh** smoke piff and sip yak Gotta get this money, a known fact Money get the honey…know fact Never leave ya honey…known fact Come wit me honey and ya no goin' back, fact [Hook]