Hiram Torres - Forest Whitaker

Baby lookin fine, why she lookin at me sinister
Oh she got a man's, that don't mean I cannot get with her
When I toss the salad olive oil with the vinegar
Fuck her 'til she make a face just like Forest Whitaker

I'm like Ghost Dog imma put them in the pigeon coop
Broken flowers, Jim Jarmusch
Imma send her dead roses like a rolling stone
Hears you got some real cute friends, put them on the phone
Send them lil hoes my location (Location)
We might take a permanent vacation (Vacation)
I know all the games we can play them (Can play them)
One terabyte Playstation (Yeah, yeah yeah)

Baby lookin fine, why she lookin at me sinister (Ah-huh)
Oh she got a man's, that don't mean I cannot get with her (Ah-huh)
When I toss the salad olive oil with the vinegar (Ah-huh)
Fuck her 'til she make a face just like Forest Whitaker

She a D-cup, put 'em in my face (Balloons)
Had lil baby hoppin' on one leg (Platoon)
Dynamite exploded on her face (Kaboom)
Meet up with her if we splittin' 8ths (Sha-rooms)
Everyone fuck on yo' bitch
If you got problem with it
Meet me outside, meet me outside
I'm almost done wit yo' bitch
Oh you got a two-two that's real cute
This a two-two-three, put that AR right on yo' teeth
Pray to God, Allah bye bye, booyah
No kumbaya, motherfucka'

Baby lookin fine, why she lookin at me sinister
Oh she got a man's, that don't mean I cannot get with her
When I toss the salad olive oil with the vinegar
Fuck her 'til she make a face just like Forest Whitaker
Baby lookin fine, why she lookin at me sinister
Oh she got a man's, that don't mean I cannot get with her
When I toss the salad olive oil with the vinegar
Fuck her 'til she make a face just like Forest Whitaker

Written by:
HIRAM TORRES JR.

Publisher:
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