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Sir Michael Rocks Reservations Lyrics

Last updated: 08/07/2012 06:50:09 PM

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear
Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
She was the one, Shawty don’t cook, don’t clean
If you ask her what’s for dinner she’ll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

What? That’s her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?
Cuz I’m goin’ if you’re goin’ and she goin’ and we blowin’
And we growin’ and we drinkin’, I’m thinkin’
I try to take it to another plate
Take you the states but for the stackes must get another raise
I’m on my mission, million dollar politician
Boxes of phones, a couple cribs that I get the flip
Let me give you the script, this ain’t chicken and shit
This is criss with the shrip, this is Christian Dior
7-50 for weed and that’s just for desert
I be whippin’ that bit, it’s expensive to rent
Thinkin’ that you and I be ridin’ to the party
Eyes blurry, half tip, wanna see that ass skip
Like a CD with a scratch on that shit
Yea, I take you out to eat, we get it crackin’ rass

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear
Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
She was the one, Shawty don’t cook, don’t clean
If you ask her what’s for dinner she’ll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

It’s like today, Charday, tomorrow, Tamaro
Ain’t mine, ain’t yours, they borrowed, we share her
Let her run free man, she get loose when she can
Let her in the strip club with 3 bands in each hand
Dollars fallin’ like stackin’ pens, I be throwin’ them too
Throw it in the air and make a wish and hope that it come true
And I wish you was my main bitch, please excuse my language
But I don’t give a flyin’ motherfuck who you came with
She don’t cook, say that she don’t clean
Cuz her daddy was a heavy in the dope game
She always had a made, could probly get a chef
If you needed some uh, she could get it for less
I’ll be on the patrol for the dollars I’ owed
Money over these bitches, if you wanted a coe
Cuz we do. Girl you fine, I see you
You run around with the clique, I bet your friends do too

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear
Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
She was the one, Shawty don’t cook, don’t clean
If you ask her what’s for dinner she’ll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

That’s her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?
The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
That’s her ass? Is it real?..




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