Give Her The Keys by E-40
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, man
It's magic, E40 and my partna T-Pain
(Nappy Boy)
Open up that garage, it's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top
It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
I'mma give her the keys
And I'mma give her the keys
Now shawty sang it to me
And I'mma give her the keys
From a bucket to a Benz
A Benz to a Bentley
Down with me from the start
Got my back like a tank top
When I used to be on the block
She hide my rocks in her yacht
Got a special place in my heart
She knows how to play her part
Every time I look at you, darling
I get a hard on
You sexy without your make up on
I wanna bone
Move you out the hood
I told you I would, I'm not phony
We both from the same place
Grew up on fried bologna
They say the opposites attract
But we gotta a lot in common
Behind every boss player, a boss woman
I'mma fiend when it come to our cooking
You do your thang
Throw down like Paula Dean
Neck bones and collard greens
Open up that garage, it's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top
It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
I'mma give her the keys
And I'mma give her the keys
Now shawty sang it to me
And I'mma give her the keys
Born in the mud, raised in the trap
Down ass broad, never been a sap
If I ever need bail, went to jail and got popped
You'll be Johnny on the spot, you'll come and get me out
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