(Brat) Hey JD why you always be saying oh
(oh)
Is that like frozen shit?
You just walk in and say oh shit
Bounce to this, come on
Where my rag wearing soldiers at?
That love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
That's what I'm looking for
They know just what I want and need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
And when it's time to go down
They ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm looking for
Where my Roley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done they do it
That's what I'm looking for
The ball all night type
Frontin' screaming thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
That's what I'm looking for
Uh I get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
This is why I spit shine the pussy
Till it get tight and
Body he push me over to the other side
If he act right he can hit it from behind
And we can bump all night till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
Till you come back for more
Six pack s
Writer(s): Shawntae Harris, Jermaine Dupri, Carlton Lowe
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