T.L.C

Lyrics

[Chorus] She just want some TLC Don't want no scrub like T.L.C Get to throwing shit like it's TLC I slam a bitch it's WWE She wanna meet at the crib I told her meet the kid at the Doubletree Asked her what's on her mind She said her friends was thinking bout Jumping me [Verse] I got time, fuck it I'll fuck for free Call the jeweler, go double link it I get em' tied for a Abe Lincoln Shoot your shit, they scared we winking You wanna steal? I want a pinky You wanna kill? Don't over think it I don't wanna hit her these get clingy Do a show with Big Machinery I just talk some real spill Whole lotta' sticks, we drove there Pass them hoes you think I care? Got jeans, I got me some Under-gear Yeah I can Goopy around your bitch I can get Goop with a slight fit Take off that jewelry, that light shit Ain't trying to talk, get to lighting shit Make her walk, I'll hike a bitch No I can't out type these niggas They all 10's but they lighting different Put her in the Woods like Tiger did it Nigga this a family I like keeping my Rims factory This is Dog food, this ain't Cat meat You see fog, cause this that rap weed I'm like Aw hell naw He Goop down at the Players Ball I ain't say shit, she took it off Go put a fish-tank in the wall That ain't my son, chill Billie Jean Had a phase with the Amiri Jeans She got Kay's, my Mama earrings She got Tennis Bracelets, Diamond Rings [Chorus] She just want some TLC Don't want no scrub like T.L.C Get to throwing shit like it's TLC I slam a bitch it's WWE She wanna meet at the crib I told her meet the kid at the Doubletree Asked her what's on her mind She said her friends was thinking bout Jumping me