Free Ramos


How ya doin' baby, nice to meet ya
Wait, let me not mislead ya
First off, I'm about my dough and cheese
Just call me a slice of pizza
Yup- I'll be your pizza guy
Deliver your pizza pie
I got a chauffer named Woodrow
Car named Bentley
When I speak he drives
Shorty know how to work it like a model
She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle
Baby if you was a car
I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago
I leave you on a higher note
Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note
You get diagnosed
With a higher dose
Of what you never had before- me!
Plus I ain't like them other guys that be cryin' broke
Whinin' broke
I'm about my bread, you heard what I said
Baby I'm a loaf!
Come let me screw ya
Bring it here, let me be your tutor
We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that
scooter
Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G
In the back of my Maserati
Then I drop you off before curfew time
The kind of guy I be
Oh I'm
So kind
Them other guys ... are not like me
So don't pay them ... no mind
Uh-uh!