"Strawberry" as written by and Shuggie Otis....
I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe
I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe
I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe
I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe (yo)

Somebody sent their wolf pack in their clappin' rounds
Actin' like, what a way to play these clowns
Some shady town guerrillas tryin' to lay me down
Yo maybe Brown, done set it up, who give a fuck?
We vested up, from head to gut, them niggas won't get the best of us
They talk to me, silently they stalk with me
Awkwardly, till they seen my two ninas
Fiendin' let us out of these jeans, would lean'em , leave 'em
Coughin' and bleedin' even, barfin' and wheezin'
Son they, called for it, we at odds, and we gon' make it even
Burning Season long 4 keep pourin' on the heat Lord
The more beef they bring Killa, the more steak to feast off
One shot nearly took a cheek off, should've seen him leapin'
Dancin' like Ed Norton catchin' a smack from Jackie Gleason
Bloody Mooners, episode 1 where weapons get spun
And those who gamble with them hammers'll surely death will become (get over here woman!)

Yo, nigga, pass the mothafuckin' Belvedere, nigga
(Ain't no fuckin' Belvedere)
What the fuck is that? Grey Goose, nigga?
(It's water, man, water)
Yo, where the fuck is Tony at, man?
He in the room right here?
(Chill son, chill son, chill son
He gettin' his dick sucked
A bitch suckin' his dick)
Not again, B (Damn, nigga)
Yo, Tony! (Yo baby, chill, chill)
Yo, hold up (A bitch suckin' his dick)
Oh shit, son, she slurpin' and burpin'
(Fuck that) Listen, listen, listen, listen
(Oh shit he gettin' his dick sucked)

Five and a half in boys (uh-huh), ass is off the hook (word)
High school pussy, heard you got the best nookie
Sugar walls, rocks o' love, slide right on my dick
I'm palmin' ya ass like this while you ridin' it
I'm about to cum boo-boo, chill for a sec
I feel it at the tip, ma', ya pussy's too wet
One false move and I'mma blast like the very first time
Burnt you with candle wax fast while you was slobbin' mine
Dick is sensitive, you moved, baby here it is
Oh Lord, I told you not to move, you dumb broad
Cummin' for days, wettin' ya cage
My dick is like the sprinklers and maybe a douche, I'm here to save the day
Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches
Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas
Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches
Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas

I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe
I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe
I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe
I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe
I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe
You've got to, stop your storm babe


Lyrics submitted by spliphstar

"Strawberry" as written by Jeryl Grant Dennis Coles

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