That voice don't sound like it's from English or French
They want me to pull my window down for the fussy that shot me
I don't pull it, you stay there, you know you can't trick me
Sasha Vance, why do I never make tricks?
Call me and I'll answer, she want to make it up back with me
Tell her to cool off for the sweetie and the candy
With those bag of rum teeth, my girl, you can't trick me
I say, that one you have no time for today
No girl can trick me no way
Tell them I say, that one you have no time for today
No little fool can make me stray
Tell them I say, that one you had the other day