Lite Skin'd

Yeah Buddy Yes Lawd (x4) [Verse 1] First things first You're uhh so gifted With your California skin and your Cocoa Butter kisses If I touch you for a minute Might fuck around and get addicted You a drug, baby girl, need a chemist? Hold up let me finish Before you gotta go take a minute To give me one chance to make you feel it Guarantee I'd have us both trippin' Like a nigga need a ticket But I lost my train of thought like... Damn you so distractin'! Pretty like an actress Halle Berry, Zoe Saldana, Paula Patton Nails done, hair did, all about the fashion You so fuckin' flashy! Sweeter than Candy, skin like a Temper-Pedic mattress You don't need a man, you your own damn captain! The way you walkin' past me Got a nigga spazzin' 'Cuz you a'int too fine to get this action [Chorus] (I don't need no one, I'm better than everybody else.) Yeah Buddy (I don't need no one, to tell me I'm Beautiful) Yes Lawd! (x4) [Verse 2] She always on point, ain't gotta make sure Dammit I so love it when she say I GOT THAT Every single time that she walk into the store Fendi, Micheal Kors? AWUH! All in your medula Ron T the Ruler L-E-F-T Side we coolin' I wanna share a secret about something we could do but Everytime you smile I go BLANK Like you format a disk in my memory bank How low can you go? No Hillary Swank I'm way to gone out my mind from this dank So ironic how you make me think The way you make heads turn and pop out eyes Turn down, Lead on, Piss off guys Prepositions, my oh my I'm such a crazy guy! Well, first things first, you're uhh so gifted With your California skin and your Cocoa Butter Kisses You ain't nothing like them bitches Though you always acting different You and Me like Saturdays to Adventists YUH! [Chorus] Ok well, truin' right? You know you fine as hell, but your Personality says different I mean, no disrespect but, tell me why 'Cuz I know you checking me out in the corner of ya eye I don't mean to brag but I'm a hell of a guy If you look like Dubai why you actin' so Chi- Cago! Yo cargo, leave it behind When you hanging with a pilot you know we stay fly Just gimme One More Chance B.I.G, '95 I stay platinum Goin in for gold, like a Magnum Bank roll thicker than my accent Favorite little bastard Strapback hat stay backwards Always chasing dreams, never nappin' And i would hold you down like we both doing wrestlin' But to be honest, I ain't really into popping the question [Chorus] Yeah Buddy Yes Lord (x6) OH YUH!!