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Yeah Clock strike ten, hunnid twenty minutes 'til the party 'posed to end Lil' mama thicker than the grip up on a pen Type of ass that make a nigga wanna run and tell a friend Pardon my French—ooh, oui Askin' around, who's she? I swear I gotta get her Accordin' to the homies ain't nobody ever met her But some niggas call her Cindy and the others call her Ella-D Do you think that she'd be looking for a lady or a fella? Judgin' by the twinkle in eye, got me thinkin' she be down for whatevеr I done been around but I never seen a bеauty like hers Lordy, them curves make a nigga get to stutterin' and trippin' on words No one sleepin', niggas sheep and flockin' to her like herds But she muggin', I don't think she in the mood I'ma roll a spliff and go and wait to make a move, ooh What she doing at a party like this (Like this) Walked in here and had an aura like bliss (Like bliss) She ain’t worried bout the ice on my wrist She got real wit She want real shit, real shit SongtexteAnd so I’m rolling this blunt over here And I overhear these two Hatin'-ass hoes in the corner Scowling and calling Ms. Cindy a “foreigner” Ripping apart the blue gown that adorn her In short, talking shit It went something like this: “Ugh, why she here? By the invitation Think they made it quite clear It’s a celebration only for the graduation Deadass, I ain’t even hating But she ain’t in my year,” “Girl, you ain’t even lying That bitch think she muhfuckin’ fine She ain’t all that,” Is they muhfuckin’ blind? Nigga, they doin’ the most If these bitches wanna roast I got the muhfuckin time (Shit) Back to the mission I done let her get up out my vision (Cough) And this blunt hittin’ Party ‘bout to end and I ain’t even got to sippin Got D’Usse up in the cooler I’m a fool or I’m trippin’ So I hop up out my chair I swear I had a good listen They starting to blow me In a minute I’m dippin’ ‘Bout to make a drink And ‘round the corner, I’m whipping And I swear you won’t believe Who was waiting in the kitchen, kitchen What she doing at a party like this (Like this) Walked in here and had an aura like bliss (Like bliss) She ain’t worried bout the ice on my wrist She got real wit She want real sh*t, real sh*t Aus Songtexte Mania