I'm like the asphalt without the traffic lines,
I'm a daddy's boy who served a little time;
From the City to county line, Dade county all here,
I'd been little out there, with a little Spanish here,
Hablo suficiente, bastante para sobrevivir;
It's a woman standing right there, if you can see,
She loves a Liberty City brother just like me.
She's my down for whatever
She's my put two and two together
She's my let's get it in all the time
Once it's hers it's hers all the time
She doesn't play with toys like others
Because she has her own Liberty City brother.
She digs my cufflinks and she feels my loafers,
She loves to slow grind when I hold her
She pulls out her iPhone to put me her timeline
And it reads: this Liberty City Brother is all mine
Unphased to even take it down and bring it up
That is why she still cannot get enough.
She's my down for whatever
She's my put two and two together
She's my let's get it in all the time
Once it's hers it's hers all the time
She doesn't play with toys like others
Because she has her own Liberty City brother.
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