Theophilus London
Tribe
I'm pagin' Aroma, pagin' SadaHad lil' poom-poom, she called me dadaKiss the poom-poom, so oochie-wallaPraise the fatha, praise the fatha, praise!Jeana, Lisa, FritaCan all just sit in the back of the BimmerPuffin' the lala, smokin' the reeferHB shotgun rollin' the KeishaI got a camera in, boo, but we lay lowWe had our first kiss near the equatorAnd mama-se mama-sa, mama say soAnd this thing may never get a day oldBack in Paris with Alice for dinnerSmokin' the Cuban, boy keep ya chin upGirl in the blue dress look like a winnerCaught my eye in the back of the mirrorYou know I got to show love, show loveShow love, show loveYou know I got to show love, show loveShow love, show loveYou know I got to show loveOne hour later, I had to praise herCruise head to Spain, I think I'm VegaAny flavor, every summerLetras de cancionesMe and Brodinski bringin' the numbersGroovin' the sides so we enterHop on the MDMA, feelin' betterSaid that her favorite car was a JettaSent me some champagne all with a letterMade me say musa, musa, musaI want to go down to St. LuciaGot Brianna, bought for twoScenery, boy it's all for you, hey!I'ma reveal her, bump and feel herBoys, gangsters, touch with the razorsDiamante velvet lacesThe girl needs savin', boy go save herYou know I got to show love, show loveShow love, show loveYou know I got to show love, show loveShow love, show loveYou know I got to show loveAll the way, show loveEvery day show loveWhat you say, show loveAll the day, show loveYou know I got to show love, show loveShow love, show love
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