E-40 - Give Her The Keys Lyrics

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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

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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

A loyalist not just a friend to me

We was meant to be we got chemistry

You like it when I lay this pipe

Been around each other so long

They say we starting to look alike

Starting to think alike getting our money right

Fuss fight then make love all night

California king on a California queen

My California dream we make a good team

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

It's the little things that count

Any means much

Can't nothing come between us

Can't nothing separate us

You're my backbone

You my rib you my chick

You my backbone

You my rib you my chick

It's the little things that count

Any means much

Can't nothing come between us

Cant nothing separate us

You my backbone

You my rib you my chick

You my backbone

You my rib you my chick

Yeah man it's a drought on loyal females man

The good ones is hard to find man

So when you find a good one man

Hold on to that broad man you hear me?

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

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