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J-BO Tha Beast Aka N.A.S.A. BO - Come Over Lyrics



J-BO Tha Beast Aka N.A.S.A. BO - Come Over Lyrics
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I think you should
Put my address in ya gps
And pull up so I can see ya
Hugs and kisses how ima greet ya
Like a queen is how ima treat ya
For you ill step like a pair of sneakers
Want her? nah... more like I need her
Grabbed her left hand and i said to her
This is yo hand but this is my finger
Used to have mo bitches than a dog breeder
But i cut em off girl cuz you a keeper
Im the music, you the speaker
You the drug, im the tweaker
Im the swisher you the reefer
You the alchohol girl and im the drinker
Black love... no jungle fever
Wit you im strong without you im weaker
I love to see her and I hate to leave her
Stimulate my mind... call her sativa
Say you never made love well ima teach ya
Quien es tu papi lil mamasita
Like a black and mild how ima freak ya
Snatch ya soul everytime i eat ya
Kill da pussy grim reaper
Make her catch the holy ghost like a preacher
Halleljuah
Amen
In da bedroom I dont play maam
Work you out till you tap is the gameplan
Go Bananas like a ape can
So bad make me do a double take man
She flyer den a hero wit a cape man
I hope she let a nigga let me get a taste man
Like a bakery you got cake damn
I noticed ya physical in my periferal
How you carry yoself i can tell you aint typical
How yu fit dat ass in dem jeans is a mirracle
Swear she so bad you would think she a criminal
Wen im inside u get wet like a swimmin pool
I'll drink you up like yo pussy nutritional
So fine u make other chicks look pitiful
Watchin you shake is one hell of a visual
Listen Let me eat you up in the kitchen
Ill beat it up like when Peter Griffin fight the chicken
Pullled out my pole and lil mama got to strippin
You can be my ice cream ill get to lickin
And stickin
Her figure got a nigga on a mission
Lil mama so bad had to put her in detention
She got my name tatted call dat comitted
Bout to do her like a sink fulla dirty dishes
Sexual genie fufilin yo wishes
Ill be yo gift like a present on christmas
Lay next to me and get wet wit a quickness
Workin yo body i call dat fitness
Girl U got me addicted to yo kisses
Ill be yo mr if you be my misses
Suit and tie shit ima give u da bidness
Just like some purp baby u taste delicious
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I think you should
Put my address in ya gps
And pull up so I can see ya
Hugs and kisses how ima greet ya
Like a queen is how ima treat ya
For you ill step like a pair of sneakers
Want her? nah... more like I need her
Grabbed her left hand and i said to her
This is yo hand but this is my finger
Used to have mo bitches than a dog breeder
But i cut em off girl cuz you a keeper
Im the music, you the speaker
You the drug, im the tweaker
Im the swisher you the reefer
You the alchohol girl and im the drinker
Black love... no jungle fever
Wit you im strong without you im weaker
I love to see her and I hate to leave her
Stimulate my mind... call her sativa
Say you never made love well ima teach ya
Quien es tu papi lil mamasita
Like a black and mild how ima freak ya
Snatch ya soul everytime i eat ya
Kill da pussy grim reaper
Make her catch the holy ghost like a preacher
Halleljuah
Amen
In da bedroom I dont play maam
Work you out till you tap is the gameplan
Go Bananas like a ape can
So bad make me do a double take man
She flyer den a hero wit a cape man
I hope she let a nigga let me get a taste man
Like a bakery you got cake damn
I noticed ya physical in my periferal
How you carry yoself i can tell you aint typical
How yu fit dat ass in dem jeans is a mirracle
Swear she so bad you would think she a criminal
Wen im inside u get wet like a swimmin pool
I'll drink you up like yo pussy nutritional
So fine u make other chicks look pitiful
Watchin you shake is one hell of a visual
Listen Let me eat you up in the kitchen
Ill beat it up like when Peter Griffin fight the chicken
Pullled out my pole and lil mama got to strippin
You can be my ice cream ill get to lickin
And stickin
Her figure got a nigga on a mission
Lil mama so bad had to put her in detention
She got my name tatted call dat comitted
Bout to do her like a sink fulla dirty dishes
Sexual genie fufilin yo wishes
Ill be yo gift like a present on christmas
Lay next to me and get wet wit a quickness
Workin yo body i call dat fitness
Girl U got me addicted to yo kisses
Ill be yo mr if you be my misses
Suit and tie shit ima give u da bidness
Just like some purp baby u taste delicious
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Writer: Jacob Muse
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Performed By: J-BO Tha Beast Aka N.A.S.A. BO
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Jacob Muse

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