Baby we should wake up and get married

Cookin' Soul

My nigga, my nerve

I love when he swerve

Pull up and sit on the curve

Picking me up, showing me off

To them bitches who looking and hoping one day that they fuck

The type of nigga I can trust, the type of nigga never fuss

He just let me run my mouth

Pull down my panties and make it so wet I forget what I was mad about

Lot of niggas can't relate though

Lot of niggas do be fake though

Like, why you never witcha baby

You put a nigga 'fore your lady

If anything happen I'm riding next to him

And holding his 9

To niggas he don't condone it

Baby you know where your home's at

I wait up until you get in, fuck having friends

I can give you all of that and more

He beat it up until it's sore

Love him cause with him I feel so secure

Baby I'm grateful got me a nigga who know how to be faithful

Very very very very special

Very very very very special

Very very very very special

Very very very very special

My nigga, my nerve

Good on his word

I never complain, in love with the way he behaves

Keeping shit one double O, the kinda nigga they don't make anymore

I know because he really love me, never over does it

He just be himself

Plus I don't have to worry about another woman coming

He ain't out here fucking nobody else

I was taken from behind

He said if he got it then so do I

Type of nigga I respect like the law

Type of nigga that I let hit it raw

My love for him is deeper than the South Pacific

He tells me when I ride his boat the water feels terrific

Yeah, you just excite me like its recess

You can have whatever you request

Throw his timbs, take off his V neck uhh

No better feeling than feeling him when he's faithful

I wear him out, he sleep in it like its his cradle

Very very very very special

Very very very very special

Very very very very special

Very very very v