raspberries, damn, I want you to know And if you see how she work the stroll. That body was out of control. Ain't no way I was about to let her go. I ran my game like I was supposed We be rhyming on the beat
When I seen her walking down the street. She was pretty then. Did you get her name? Did you get her number?. Baby head back, I ain’t really into skinny chicks. Lips, she tastes like raspberries