[Hook]
Yo what's the deal, ma? Mr. Thanksgiving is back
sh*t is real, you can tell how I act
I'm really feeling you
f*ck them other b*tches, shorty you the one
Real talk you should carry my son
You want a baby?
Let's take a walk and reflect on things
You my wife, f*ck shopping for rings
Already did that
Once in a while I'mma cheat and get dome
But best believe that I'mma always come home
Shorty I love you
[Verse 1]
She was the color of an egg bagel
You know that Simpson complexion
Her smile caused an instant erection
I used to f*ck her on the coffee table
Bust on her stomach, sent her home with a frosty navel
She loves that
My thug raps got her open too, Heinekein brew
We used to sip in 22 times 4 then go raw
Neighbors knockin' on the door complaining about the noise
Then she go down with no gown, I hit it with poise
I'm a man, she was dealing with boys, respect my di*k game
Bitin' on the back of her neck, she had a thick frame
Cuban with the bubonic plague, I had a sick chain
Used to wear that sh*t when I hit it
Just that with some socks and a fitted
At first she tried to f*ck with the c*nt, I couldn't get it
And then she bent down and exposed how it was slitted
What a good girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Time pass, you still the same, love it that you never change
It's like your heart is non-biodegradable
We went through lots of sh*t but on the real we made it through
That's why I wrote these fly words to serenade for you, for you
And ain't nobody perfect in this world
I talk to other b*tches but it's never curtains for my girl
Her spot's solidified by choice, I don't feel tied
I said I'll never wife and never if will I lie
When I'm shining she don't sweat that
But never switched it up at times when I was set back
Most women disappear when the paper does
That's why n*ggas try to shine, we money hungry thugs
Back to my shorty, my chick kept it a hundred
Held me down when I was f*cked up, even if I didn't want it
And that's the reason why I'm here forever
My baby girl I love you like I love my Polo leather
[Ad-Libs]
You know how I love that butter soft (I love that jacket)
Straight up, let somebody f*ck with my butter soft (I'll crack they f*cking head open)
Let a n*gga f*ck with my leather (straight up)
That's how I feel about you
Crack a n*gga's head open on the f*cking sidewalk man
Straight up and down
Don't f*ck with my leather and don't f*ck with my baby (word up)
That's how we get down
Outdoorsmen sh*t (you already know)
Straight up, we do love records too man
We love b*tches, b*tches love us
It's a motherf*cking love affair, but it's no affair
It's just me and you...and them other b*tches
But it's really just me and you cause it's who you come home to
f*ck them other b*tches (that's real)
[Hook]