Songtext You too fine Birdman

You too fine

featuring Mac Maine

You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
Imma teach you how to speak my language,
I’ll take it slow.

You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
Imma teach you how to speak my language,
I’ll take it slow.

Candy red, candy on a new bed
Versace spread, hundred where a nigga laid
Where we played, brought her on another site
Ocean city view, hella choppers everynight
G5n' take her on another spree
Shoppin' spree, for solid fuckin' with a G.
YM nigga, YMCMB, everyday the luxury life of an OG.
Persian rugs, chandeliers on the marble floors
Birkin bags, Chanel with the glass doors
V12 760 with the new money
New ghost, pearl white bitch, Young Money
Yeah, higher than I've ever been
Ocean water, just skooze, Gucci Benz
Brand new photo Benz, and every time I come I got my two block twins.

You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
Imma teach you how to speak my language,
I’ll take it slow.

You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
You’re too fine to be laying night in bed alone,
Imma teach you how to speak my language,
I’ll take it slow.

I said, Oooh girl you classy, Ohh Ohhh girl you nasty
Type to never ever put no type of draws where your ass be
That's one of your best qualities babygirl if you ask me
Lookin' like a Harv professor, hard for you to pass me
Dis purp got me high man, I'm feelin' like feelins
Premeditated murder, yeah tonight I'm tryna kill it
You say you been doin your keagles, well tonight I'm tryin' to feel it
Rest in piece to Gary Coleman, "What you talkin' bout Willis?"
Don't need no translator to understand your bady language
Your ass must be part of the bloods the way that bitch bangin'
I ain't no vocal coach, but I would have that pussy singin'
You seein' stars and stripes, you hearin' bells ringin'
Yeah, now tell me your secret as I slide off in your vigous
All night sessions is your blessings, don't worry bout no quickies
We could get tipsy like some hippies and Minaj like Nicki
So soon as you get home, hit me ‘cause