Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Mo Time, artist - Z-Ro.
Date of issue: 19.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On Mo Time |
So you getting married tomorrow huh |
Congratulations, hey you know I always be trying to look out for ya |
And just so you, can get this dick out your system |
And you don’t commit adultery, or nothing like that |
Why don’t you come over here, and give me some of that pussy |
I keep thinking about, the first time that we fucked |
I was just six inches, you was a B cup |
Fuck all night, in your mama’s bed |
Yes we did, like Obama said |
Never kiss and tell, but I told my homie Craig |
Ain’t nothing sweeter, than being between your legs |
Dicking you up, in the center of the room |
And riding that ass, like a witch on a broom |
Your groom ain’t freaky, like me down there |
I’m well rounded with the lint game, dude’s a square |
But this time tomorrow, you’ll be walking the isle |
And I’mma be the reason you smile, I’m speaking on it right now |
But I’ll forever hold my piece, at the ceremony |
Feel that shit, bring back memories don’t it |
Love it, when you do the cowgirl in reverse |
You getting married, let me leave you alone but first |
I just wanna fuck you, one mo' time |
For old time’s sake, let a nigga knock you down |
I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying |
I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying |
Ain’t nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind |
And if your man tripping, you know I’ll be around |
Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind |
Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind |
Your booty look like, two butterball turkeys |
But I’m not going in, I don’t do butterball surgery |
Just giving you a compliment, you know I love your bowlegs |
Married in your mind, but them Ro titties and Ro legs |
Bet you when you walking down the isle, in the back of your mind |
You gon' be reminiscing, about how I hit it from behind |
So don’t cheat yourself, treat yourself |
You civilized around him, around me you can be yourself |
Cause I’mma be me, and me is real freaky deaky |
You gon' think you peed on yourself, leaky-leaky |
Homeboy glasses ain’t looking right, he think he can see me |
Knock his ass out, rings point bailbonds gon' have to free me |
When I get out, I’mma go shit shower shave |
Gators on my feet, Polo on my body sharp as a blade |
Tomorrow, you gon' have a different last name |
So before the sun rise, open up your thighs let me do my thang |
I just wanna fuck you, one mo' time |
For old time’s sake, let a nigga knock you down |
I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying |
I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying |
Ain’t nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind |
And if your man tripping, you know I’ll be around |
Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind |
Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind |
I went and caught ya, at your bacholorette party full of wine |
Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind |
Spot you at the hotel, putting on your wedding dress |
And send you to the church house, with dick on your breath |
It’s Willie D chump, that’s what it be hump |
You trying to put on lock, I got the key fuck |
I’m harder than a tree stump, baby |
And one mo' nut, and it’s all gravy |
We was some nasty lil' ol' ass kids, cause we would do it anywhere |
Back then you barely had booty, but it was still up in the air |
And I was standing all up in it, working up a sweat |
Go on marry that nigga, but I’m the nigga you won’t forget |
When y’all be in the bed, I know you don’t be satisfied |
I know you a nympho, he don’t even know you have that side |
To him, you just a bad bitch with a job |
You give vegetarian head, dick is corn on the cob |
I just wanna fuck you, one mo' time |
For old time’s sake, let a nigga knock you down |
I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying |
I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying |
Ain’t nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind |
And if your man tripping, you know I’ll be around |
Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind |
Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind |