Z-ro - On Mo Time lyrics

So you getting married tomorrow huh Congratulations, hey you know I always be trying to look out for ya And just so you, can get this dick out your system And you don't commit adultery, or nothing like that Why don't you come over here, and give me some of that p**y I keep thinking about, the first time that we f**ed I was just six inches, you was a B cup f** all night, in your mama's bed Yes we did, like Obama said Never kiss and tell, but I told my homie Craig Ain't nothing sweeter, than being between your legs Dicking you up, in the center of the room And riding that a**, like a witch on a broom Your groom ain't freaky, like me down there I'm well rounded with the lint game, dude's a square But this time tomorrow, you'll be walking the isle And I'ma be the reason you smile, I'm speaking on it right now But I'll forever hold my piece, at the ceremony Feel that sh**, bring back memories don't it Love it, when you do the cowgirl in reverse You getting married, let me leave you alone but first I just wanna f** you, one mo' time For old time's sake, let a n***a knock you down I'ma hit it, till you damn near start crying I'ma hit it, till you damn near start crying Ain't nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind And if your man tripping, you know I'll be around Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind Your booty look like, two bu*terball turkeys But I'm not going in, I don't do bu*terball surgery Just giving you a compliment, you know I love your bowlegs Married in your mind, but them Ro titties and Ro legs Bet you when you walking down the isle, in the back of your mind You gon' be reminiscing, about how I hit it from behind So don't cheat yourself, treat yourself You civilized around him, around me you can be yourself Cause I'ma be me, and me is real freaky deaky You gon' think you peed on yourself, leaky-leaky Homeboy gla**es ain't looking right, he think he can see me Knock his a** out, rings point bail bonds gon' have to free me When I get out, I'ma go sh** shower shave Gators on my feet, Polo on my body sharp as a blade Tomorrow, you gon' have a different last name So before the sun rise, open up your thighs let me do my thang I just wanna f** you, one mo' time For old time's sake, let a n***a knock you down I'ma hit it, till you damn near start crying I'ma hit it, till you damn near start crying Ain't nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind And if your man tripping, you know I'll be around Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind I went and caught ya, at your bacholorette party full of wine Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind Spot you at the hotel, putting on your wedding dress And send you to the church house, with dick on your breath It's Willie D chump, that's what it be hump You trying to put on lock, I got the key f** I'm harder than a tree stump, baby And one mo' nut, and it's all gravy We was some nasty lil' ol' a** kids, cause we would do it anywhere Back then you barely had booty, but it was still up in the air And I was standing all up in it, working up a sweat Go on marry that n***a, but I'm the n***a you won't forget When y'all be in the bed, I know you don't be satisfied I know you a nympho, he don't even know you have that side To him, you just a bad b**h with a job You give vegetarian head, dick is corn on the cob I just wanna f** you, one mo' time For old time's sake, let a n***a knock you down I'ma hit it, till you damn near start crying I'ma hit it, till you damn near start crying Ain't nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind And if your man tripping, you know I'll be around Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind