Glass Cutter

Yeah ,Ah Ah ,Ooh

This is the story about a one and only mother

There never was before and there never be another

(Heck I'm gonna school her) so fine you wanna shoot her

Dressed like butter, holdin' a coupl'a glass cutter

Glass cutter

Oh yeah

This is the jam about a purple fantasy

Every man know this is how it sposed to be

So sharp now a brother heart flutter flutter

Dress holdin onto a coupl'a glass cutter

Mmm

Glass cutter

Oh oh

Tits bout as hard as arabian math

Water drops drippin when ya takin a bath

The towel unravelled and it looks like gravel

All a brother can do is just laugh

Uh

But under his breath he gon mutter,

But under his breath he gon mutter,

But under his breath he gon mutter,

Baby gotta coupl'a glass cutter

This about a mother got a brother sprung

I looked up the word heaven, saw a picture of her tongue

If she was a song she'd be sung

Instead of rhyming I'd be a singer so I could brunga parmesan, chedder, cheese

Please you better believe she get's what she wants, cause I wants just what she got

I'm a new car, she's a lot, a whole lotta woman

Girl gotta case'a too fine

She gottit bad

An' thats good

I'm gonna tell it to her face, because another bruva would

I don't wanna make her heart beat go flutter

Coupl'a glass cutter, coupl'a glass cutter, dressed like butter ,coupl'a glass cutter

Her ass so fine ,glass cutter you make my heart go flutter, glass cutter